Monsters Replaced my Organs
Everything but my skin and brain feel like mine. My bones feel uncomfortable. My muscles move awkwardly. Colors touch my mind with the texture of rotten vinyl and latex. Sound has no positive or negative quality.
Nobody notices. My heart is making an annoying sound that never stops. My nose is picking up the stench of blood anytime an animal dies, even ants. Flowers stink of fake lavender. I have to eat. My hands move with regret. Sometimes my teeth feel too perfect. When I swallow, my teeth feel too loose or too stiff. I taste everything pleasurelessly. It tastes the same but I can eat shit and I'll not be gaged or beef Wellington and be amused.
I'm not deformed physically. My motor skills make me look like a puppet. When I talk too much, people hate me enough to pull weapons on me. I try to file a police report or call for help but my voice is too annoying to let me live. I look in the mirror. The muscles in my face make me look like an animatronic doll. The teeth are too Angelic.
I check my pulse. My blood is the wrong consistency and my veins are too tight and sensitive for how thick my new blood is. When I breathe, it keeps me alive but I still feel itchy like I'm being strangled. I'm gasping for air and it's keeping me boringly alive. I don't hyperventilate. I try to but somehow my new instincts slow me down. I no longer know what's voluntary anymore.
Drugs hate me now. Caffeine makes my blood feel like sandpaper when it courses through me, but not painful enough to give me the right to cry or scream. Cannabis makes my blood feel like it's covered in motor oil. My hair feels like wires or the world's thinnest guitar strings. My fingernails are somewhat between the texture of plastic and porcelain.
Finally I try to sleep. All my organs squirm and distort. I can't scream. My larynx is a parasite too. My skull twists to an uncomfortable shape, keeping my brain safe, but insulting me by covering my head full of fleshy comes that make hateful pressure points. My new eyes peek out of my skull like filter feeding barnacles and stares at my hideous and painful counterfeit body. My mouth smiles with rows of sharp teeth. They are not comical fangs. But M-shaped incisors the sharpness of razorblades. My stomach burns like one big ulcer and my intestines are restless inside my ruined abdomen.
My knees bend backwards so that my clawed toenails can stab my still-original skin. When I bleed, velvet-red liquid crawls out in triangular puddles. The puddles grow moldy hairs that walk like urchin legs.
I want to move or escape any part of my body on its own accord. "We ate your mouth and you can't scream."
My body except my brain and skin are impersonating my discarded organs again. It's not that I can move my muscles, it's just that my muscles are maliciously complying to my brain's motor neurons. I don't think these monsters are made of cells. If that were the case, my new blood would not turn into a solid. My lips sealed my mouth. Voices rattled my new bones, which rang like metal but bent like rubber. Every orifice in my body started to laugh at me, jeering at my new jagged sounding ears. Even the nail beds under my hands and toes, my anus and genitals had voices coming from them. "Your new blood will preserve your brain like formaldehyde, but alive."
"We replaced your eyes and we won't let you cry." I am Hell now.