The Enema

Enema

It came from behind, a gentle nibbling, my recent discoveries are molesting the whole meaning of my existence. Here I am in a strange new world, not a care for reality. There is no reason for me to return back, even if my life is endangered. Oh yeah. Those voices that reminded me of a poem were just bowel movements. It's crazy how caught up in the moment I can get now that I ache for something exciting in my life. Deeper and Deeper. This narrow path I've been following has been cleansed by every step I take. I am an enema. But, Why? What does all of this mean? What has seemed like an eternity is only just 10 minutes in Earth time. Luckily, I've reached a contracting passage way, you know. ...A sphincter. I squeeze out resembling a baby reborn into a life that has suffered the wrath of evil. This life I have is now a gift it's a curse. My lungs fill with a nice crisp air. I'm in a glass sphere and the gravity levels are just radioactive enough to keep me and what seems to be city erecting as I swim through the arid space. Everything is made of a transparent plastic. Even the people. That's correct. There are humanoid figures frozen in a what I guess is a cryogenic state. You can see all of their organs. What really turns me on is the circulatory system. The way it resembles thin serpents slivering throughout the body. Such orgasmic beauty can cause the eye to glisten and inspire moisture. I could collapse the structure of all human minds with my discoveries. Why share them? I could care less about returning to Earth. A dismal planet that could even make the most gruesome creature cringe.