when i see her

when i see her

will be never because I am blind. I have been blind since the day I was born. But I can taste the color purple. That's how I know which is Twilight Sparkle. But it's also how I

identify people. As long as it doesn't bother them, I lick their faces and taste their sebum. It is astonishing, the differentiating tasts. Twilight Sparkle is, in actuality a

that's they way things normally work. But I'm special. My sebaceous glands are extraordinarily powerful. They were exposed to radiation when I was a janitor at the Fukushima Nuclea

r plant. My face is now considered a weapon, and the radioative boils on my ass can wipe everything out within a 5 mile radius when lanced. My anger made me flush, and sweat glow

ing in the dark of my room; a fallout prison. I wonder when I will finally blow. When this pressure in my head will finally build past the help of Ibuprofen and promises. Radiation

was my plague and my salvation. I was waiting for my scheduled 20 minutes of UV, wondering who was left up there. Another survivor came out, another went in. Why was this line so

mnambulant? The lot of them walked like they'd got a few too many doses of soma. An overseer walked the line with a punisher. I hastily climbed into a tanning bed and forgot to

undress as the punisher leered down, wielding a water pistol in his latex hand.