Demonic Experiments: Torn Clothes of Trembling Memories

I'm like a piece of freshly cut meat whose blood gleams in the sun on a field that has turned into a barren heap of white sand. Rare animals with sharp teeth were released on me. I didn't try to escape, I kept my calm like a calm sea without breaking for a moment. This much surprised even me, because a spider bite I had years ago had traumatized me. I had come face-to-face with the fact that an animal that was smaller than me, and did not have as much muscle, bone, skin, excess, and neglect in its body as mine, could kill me. That little spider had begun to grow into giants, it’s legs was very sharp shurikens in my dreams. It was so sneaky that it could set traps for me in forests, caves, or even catch me in the hollows of the tallest trees from which I fled.



I am lying in the middle of this barren, perhaps on the shore of a water, with my clothes in tatters. I have been exposed to wind and rain too much to hear the sound of water, all my senses are full. I'm too cold to turn my neck in the directions I want to look. As I get cold, I forget about hunger, and because of my deep hunger, I cannot feel some parts of my body. Maybe there was a virus that was going to spread a new disease around the world where I fell apart, but luckily only I caught it and all these visions are just a fit of sickness. I smile with the heroic feeling of having saved other people from this trouble, but I still can't warm up.

April, 2023 paper collage // by Demon Ego