Metamorphis, Relating To A Personal Incident Essays -

Metamorphis, Relating To A Personal Incident annon Twenty minutes had past since I was set on to the table to dry. I did not want to dwell upon my fears which were inevitable to occur, so I could do nothing but observe all the minute details that were once so trivial and overlooked but now seemed to be of such great importance. The first thing to catch my eye was the lighting in the room, I was not sure if the lights were set to be dim or if it was from all the clouds of exhaled smoke which also left a distinct smell of the burnt herb. To my left I saw the many burnt out roaches in the ash tray, which at this point could hold nothing more. To the far right I saw a sandwich bag which was now packed with nothing but broken branches and seeds. It was obvious what used to be inside. I looked toward the door and saw the towel that plugged it so no smoke would get out in the hall. On the dresser I saw what I think they called a steam roller. The most horrid device that I had ever used. I looked at the cylindrical tube, that once used to be a transparent red but now had become a solid maroon from all the smoke which stained the plastic, and noticed its simplicity. It looks like nothing more than a plastic pipe that was only about one and a half inches in diameter and only about six inches long. The bowl which rested on top could have been easily assembled at a hardware store. It amazes me how something could be so simple but still so destructive. One of the people in the room slowly approached me as the effects of his artificial happiness wore away. His trembling hands somehow managed to embrace me by my head and lay me to rest upon his lower lip. Before his upper lip came to rest upon the top of my head I opened my eyes and peered into his mouth using what little light I had. In all my like I had never thought I would again see what I had saw for those few seconds. His tongue was stained black. It was not totally black as if it was coated with tar but it had a slight tint on both the sides, almost purple. Just as I started to realize what I was seeing and what was going on I felt his top lip seal my freedom away. I started to feel a strong burning sensation at my bottom where my toes once were. When I heard the sound of buds start to crack I knew what was occurring, the beginning of my end. As I laded there helplessly I began to feel large amounts of smoke pulse quickly up my shaft of a body till finally ejaculated in his mouth like a penis reaching climax. Next the vacuum began. I started to become faint as he forced more and more smoke out my upper opening. And I knew the more smoke that ran through me meant the more I was decreasing in size. Then the young boy could hold no more smoke in his lungs he pulled me away from his lips and held me tight with his thumb underneath my head and his forefinger and middle-finger embracing my top. Then he tilted his head back and instead of forcing the smoke out he just let it flow by itself. It amazed me to see such beautiful shapes form from something that would bring the end to this poor souls existence. He then brought me back to his mouth and began to take my sweat poison deep into his exhausted lungs at this point I was almost all gone. I had become a small roach with a long tail of ash. I had one last long drag left in me. As he tool me in I knew it was the end of both of us... As Cas and I rode up the elevator I could see that he had been anticipating to come up here all week. Every weekend it was the same old thing over and over again. Me and Cas would come up to this filthy burnt out old city to do the same thing; to get lifted. Yo, Happy said he get mad amount of shit this week. His brother went up to New York and broke off like