Big Hands & Drugged Jello

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Jello Spinning After Two Bites

In the morning he would always feed me jello.  My head would be spinning after two bites. The first month there was no choice for I lay chained in a world of darkness.  Light would appear from the top left corner of my vision.

Accustomed To Pitch Black

Light so bright on my pupils accustomed to pitch black it would blind with tears.  Unable to wipe away anything with my hands stuck to the bedpost.  Pools of fluid would form draining away down my check which itched terribly as they dried away.  

Red

          Jello

                    Mello

                                 Yellow

                      Enjoy

          Subdue

Erase

          Every

                    Trace

                             Green

                                      Jello 

                                              In

                                                   The

                                                          Face

Red

          Jello

                    Mello

                                 Yellow

                      Enjoy

          Subdue

Erase

          Every

                    Trace

                             Green

                                      Jello 

                                              In

                                                   The

                                                          Face

Dried Tears Itch Terribly

Ever notice how quickly tears dry on your face?  Shaking my head for relief of itch multitasking try to clear eyes for clarity.  A warm hand would rub my chest from top to bottom before any clear item could be made out.  The first week or so I was blindfolded with same furry gentle material that lined my locked wrists, ankles and waist.

Not being able to see it was impossible to know what he fed me.  Sweet, so sweet and even more so after days with no food.  Top to bottom sometimes stopping at my nipples or belly button to do a loop.  This would cause a giggle in which a scoop of sugary mush crept into the grin hole.

Only connection to reality were those big man jello hands.  So I grew to love them.  

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