be-nine in vitro

i do not remember the entrance, just the red-scape blur of some foreign smell and a strange touch. his voice echoed in an obscure tongue which matched the black and white sheets that wrapped my legs. i did not want to be enthralled, no. just fulfill unwritten duties in my pocketbook and sing like a mute. the men i've met and the vessels filled, a tale of sordid savagery. we came palm to palm in an emotionless yawn and yet, i do not remember the entrance, just the red-scape blur of some forei...