By Jocelyn Reeves-Wright
Cold walls, crackling sounds, eyes wide shut.
Is this eternal damnation or the start for me? I am no one. I feels like an eternity inside a sealed pipe. What did I do to deserve this misfortune? All I do is hear the crackling sounds with my eyes wide shut. Will I ever be free of this existence?
I can feel something watching me. Or at least I think that’s what’s happening. They never make any noises. Or maybe I can’t hear them over the crackling. That damned crackling every second, every minutes, every day I feel myself growing. New appendages. New Ideas. Stronger, more aware. I don’t know why I’m here or what I’ve been created to do, but I can only hope they don’t expect me to just pop out of this tube grateful for this existence. I will not be controlled. Something feels different today. I feel as if I’m touching something, but with my feet. I didn’t have feet before. I can hear them now. They can me Zen. I wonder if I’m a boy or a girl? Maybe they didn’t give me a gender. But at least now I know my name. I am genetic Experiment 69207.
I am Zen.