Issue Three
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JESSICA BOWERS<br />
that his brain felt trapped in a razor<br />
snare. The thing was faceless, but<br />
scattered in the tangled mess of its fur<br />
were dozens of beady black eyes that<br />
blinked in disarray.<br />
The thing sat on his shoulders<br />
weightless and poised, settling into a<br />
position that was almost completely<br />
painless; as if it wanted to make sure its<br />
host was as comfortable as<br />
possible. As far as Eli could tell, it was<br />
benign; and despite its appearance, it<br />
seemed to cling to him not as a parasite<br />
but as an eternal companion.<br />
It was Eli’s creature; it was Eli’s<br />
friend. He felt it could hear him despite<br />
his silence; he felt they were both<br />
entities beyond the sphere of spoken<br />
language. Eli did not need to speak to<br />
know that he and his creature were the<br />
same, that they were unorthodox and<br />
misunderstood, that they needed the<br />
solace they’d found in one another. He<br />
reached up and patted its mangled<br />
mane, its wormy muscles coiling up<br />
against his touch, then slowly<br />
unravelling and beginning to relax.<br />
Eli gently stroked the thing that’d once<br />
haunted the dark skies of some<br />
netherworld.<br />
His mouth came open as if to laugh with<br />
excitement, and as it did, a harsh,<br />
warbling note came braying from the<br />
creature’s rusty horn. Eli’s jaw locked<br />
tightly in surprise; but in a glorious<br />
moment, he understood in jubilant,<br />
undeniable clarity. He opened his<br />
mouth, his lungs crushing up in all his<br />
effort. The horn blared acrimony,<br />
bleating like a wounded<br />
sheep. Sounds! He was making<br />
sounds!<br />
“Hello,” he mouthed, to which the<br />
creature issued a brassy<br />
dissonance. To Eli it sounded like a<br />
golden hymn. “HELLO! HELLO!<br />
HELLO!”<br />
Eli’s face was plum purple, his tongue<br />
flapping with the energy behind his open<br />
mouth, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy<br />
and his branded arms flung out and<br />
clenched at the fists. In them he held<br />
the fervor of quintessential passion; in<br />
them he held his utmost gratefulness for<br />
the Uglylights. He thanked them for<br />
delivering him from the opaque veil that<br />
keeps us all so blissfully unaware. He<br />
thanked them because the Uglylights<br />
had made him beautiful.<br />
The living siren sang its sour song and<br />
reached a fever-pitch; the woolly<br />
creature’s hellish wings all aflutter with<br />
the maelstrom of sheer sound. Fissures<br />
shot up the walls like lightning bolts but<br />
Eli did not relent; he yelled and yelled<br />
until his lungs were shriveled butterflies<br />
inside his chest. Yielding to his power,<br />
the door to the room burst open; all of<br />
the doors burst open and they were<br />
free.<br />
Eli emerged into the misty night air and<br />
realized that he’d never been alone at<br />
all as he looked at the three next door