Harambe Is Love, Harambe Is Life

Banana Narcotics

My mother and I drive home with my unconscious dad in the trunk. The trip home was long and silent. I wanted to speak about Harambe but I knew my mother wouldn't be able to cope with hearing about his death one more time. I go to bed instantly. I cry into my pillow for hours and hours until I hear something behind me. I turn around to see what seems like a Silverback Gorilla. It was Harambe's spirit. He was barely visible but I could tell he was there. "Don't cry" he says as I gulp. "It's going to be okay" He says. "Look into your pocket". I reach into my pockets of my pyjamas and find a syringe labelled 'Banana Narcotics' with a thick yellow substance inside. "It'll ease the pain" he says as he disappears. I put the syringe into one of my veins and inject the liquid. I begin feeling dizzy. I go into a state of paralysis and Harambe reappears but this time he's here for real. Physically. I want to scream with happiness but although I don't make a sound Harambe puts his finger on my lip and makes a hushing noise as if he knew what I wanted to do. He undoes my pants and turns me around. I feel Harambe grab me with his big powerful Gorilla hands. He begins thrusting. I can't feel anything, but I know I will in the morning. He beings roaring and screaming. Everything goes pure yellow. All I remember from that night is a odd banana sensation flowing through my body. My anus also hurts. It feels as if a banana was lodged up there. Every single night at midnight since that day I would see Harambe and he would sing to me while I inject banana narcotics into my veins.

Harambe Is Love, Harambe Is Life.