Pseudopod 132: The Valknut


By Dan Dworkin

Read by Ben Phillips


When I wake I’m craving almonds and want to die. Pretzeled in the
top sheet, fighting the light… hurts when I move, go easy… something
died in my mouth, breath could bring down a plane, and the light…
Jesus, that’s… fuck, that’s bright. Hot too… pores fuming booze…
sheets wet, what the… oh God I must’ve… I mean, I haven’t been that
fucked up since… clothes on still, one shoe, nice touch… stomach in
revolt, just thinking about it makes… aw Christ, I’m gonna… run for
it, wait… that was close. Too close. Why do I do this? Now if only
I could remem– Wait a… I catch my reflection in the mirror, one shoe
on, halfway to the bathroom… I approach, stick out my neck and the new
mark there… what the f…? Is that…? Aww man, what did I do? What the
hell did I do?!