Welcome to Hell my friend, it's battery powered

I am a battery farm chicken,

But I wasn't always.

I used to be a human being.

I turned into a chicken,

through a strange chain of events.

I got a job here 2 weeks ago,

I was the person who cleaned the cages. From what I remember I fell, and woke up in this cage.

I have been trying to piece it together, to figure out if there is some sort of remedy, a fix for my unique condition, but it's hard to think in this tiny cage.

I remember making eye contact with one of the chickens right before I fell, staring into the abyss that was its black pupilless eyes, and that's where it cuts off and I wake up in here. I have to figure it out, because I am quickly forgetting what it means to be human. I am beginning to experience time differently. I am losing track, losing track of my human conception of time.

The halls are full of dust that is a mixture of our food, feathers, and feces. Through the thickness of the air, I see a figure. It looks like a man. He comes over. I can hear him speaking, but can't understand, why? Am I losing my grip of language.

No, he's not speaking English. That's Spanish. What is he saying? I make out a couple sentences.

I am sorry my friend, he says, now you have to figure it out. Like I did.

He walks away, and what seems like an eternity passes. They come ocassionally and pull decaying bodies from underneath my feet. The weak chickens sometimes choke and fall over, suffocating under our feet the light drains out of them 0and they decay slowly. I walk on them, my feet collecting the mange that will eventually be me, if I don't escape.

Two men walk down the hallway. I hear them talking.

To be continued....

This is just what I do

I have very little memory,

Of the time I spent imprisoned

In the mirror,

Suspended, frozen, in a world of white.

The best way to describe it,

is imagine being compelled to injure yourself

over and over and over

not because it feels good or makes sense, but because that is just what you do.

Like being a bird that flies into a window on purpose. That's who I was for two weeks. A bird whose hobby is colliding

with windows.

I met a man who called himself Will

He was the first person I met in Florence, and he taught me many things about how to survive here.

Through his lessons, I learned who to avoid, how to avoid drawing the wrong kind of attention, and who to go to for help.

He also tried to warn me about something, that I still do not completely understand. He told me that there are things that exist deep in the woods, unlike that which have ever been seen, by the eyes of man.

We sat one night by the fire in our, me and Justin's campsite, and Will and I heard an unearthly sound.

It was sounded sort of like a screeching cat but not exactly.

I guess maybe the closest way I could describe it is

It sounded like some non-carbon based life form was trying to scream,

But it didn't understand what a mouth was, what a scream was, and why you would use a mouth to scream.

Will said he thought it might be a shape shifter, like from native tales.

Wherever the scream came from, the creature did not come after us. I have since wondered why.

Will also spoke of a cat, called Hello Kitty, that wanders the woods.

He spoke of her with a fear, but with a fear that bordered on reverence, and now that I think about it, the cat might be...

The scariest thing of all.

Imagine, all sorts of terrifying woods creatures...

afraid of a cat,,,

What kind of cat, would inspire that fear?