Tags
Border, Experiment, poetry, Prose, Prosetry, Truth Serum, Writing
Never cross the borderline because they like to keep
you in check. Anything further than spitting distance
simply won't do and you'll be detained immediately.
You'll be given the truth serum along with other methods
to monitor and record your every thought and step: They
need your beautiful knowledge like flowers need the
rain.
If you're going to cross over into the land of belligerent
beasts don't be surprised if you encounter a Nazi or
two. You haven't spoken a damn word, and already
you're in danger of breaking the rules. And suddenly
your besieged with requests to join army training
camps. Suddenly you're afraid to breathe.
If you want to live you'll need to depend on your wit
and find new, more covert ways to travel. If you're ever to
survive this hell you're living in you'll need to crawl
through a net outside or hoick yourself over a fence.
If you do manage to survive, never forget what they did to
you and how much they owe you. How they lacked
compunction and had little moral regard for your welfare;
you were only ever an experiment, along with countless
others suffering the same fate. If only they'd let you
live out the remainder of your days in peace, and never
again have to worry about a thing.
Ezekiel Fish 