The Green Dragon
Closing her eyes, she placed the red bean on her tongue.
A fluorescent lamp swung over the metallic slab upon which she lay sprawled,
her hands by her eyes,
her knees unnaturally twisted,
and her skin thin and transparent.
Grey-blue veins
mapped a civilization out over her belly
and underneath,
a womb could be seen,
pulsating.
He bent over her.
Whispering in her ear to see if she woke,
gleaming,
he went to work. Together,
with her under his hands, he felt
he could do it.
He lovingly peeled back the layers,
gently filleted her skin,
and selfishly ravished her muscles until rivulets splashed to the floor.
Ah, the seed.
A hemostat found its way into his sticky fingers and he plunged in.
A red ocean lay under his heels,
but somehow, anew,
thick and warm streams spiraled
out of the pink walls and hid his hand from sight.
The incisions began to convulse,
wildly twitching and
sucking
at his wrists,
but he dug further.
Shutting his eyes,
he felt it.
Snapping down with the hemostat
hard,
he gave a great wrench and out loosed a pulpy lump.
A table leg snapped.
Stepping back triumphant with the seed
beating in his palm,
he did not notice the body
slip off the table
and into the crimson pools below.
He turned his back.
A thunderous crack snapped overhead
and the ceiling caved in revealing
a tumultuous sea
raging and threatening to swallow the room.
Her body rocked on the red sea below.
The waters reached up to
his knees.
Another crack.
He dropped the seed.
Another crack, this time beneath.
He had turned around to watch
this time. Foaming
red waters spit into a boil.
A small green sprout slithered
from the current,
up for air,
a leaf for its head.
It turned
towards him and tilted.
Another crack
and it was summoned.
No longer waiting,
it burst
forth. The lanky vine swelled into bulging sinewy fibers,
twisting,
shuddering,
passing
rain down its spine.
It curled
and it spiraled
upward,
twitching and exhaling
fresh cold breaths into an atmosphere scorched
by the bolts.
And then, it was gone.
The man fell to his knees,
up to his neck in blood,
and with his hemostat in hand,
cured himself of his blindness.