Chris Singh

Ever had that dream where you're falling, spiraling out of control? It happens to me almost every night, except it's not a dream, it's life, for me anyway. By the time dusk rolls around I feel my body covered from ear to ass with a warm damp thickish blanket. The shit is everywhere around my eyes, on my chin, and up in my nostrils. I think some of it might even be my own. I take in so much when I feed that it forces my body to push everything else out of my orifices, at once I am ingesting and secreting fluids, deliscious and disgusting all at the same time. By the time I shake it off and find the cave I barely find a new spot on the ceiling to hang from, although it's probably more likely that I dangle. My constant fluttering probably makes everyone else upset but fuck'em I can't help them and I don't want to. After a few days I usually end up having to find a new spot in the cave to hang out in once they realize that I'm the one that drinks too much. I'm always looking for something and somewhere to get a new fix, and somehow I usually find it or it finds me.
When they first meet me I'm the type of bat they feel sorry for, but they shouldn't. My hunger comes first and sooner or later they find out. That warm velvet-like liquid is the only thing I'm concerned about. One time a roomate felt sorry for me and shared some of his stash with me because I'd been flapping my wings like a ding-bat and crapping non stop. Well the noise and smell must have done the trick so he let me have some of his warm wet booze, but once I started drinking it's like I become a beast unable to control myself. So when he tried to push me away with his fore-claw I got to thinking that since I'd eventually have to find a new cave anyway why not take all of his drink. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I felt my claw ripping into his soft warm, slightly hairy belly and then my mouth followed. It was exactly what I wanted and I had it and felt so complete. As we fell to the bottom of the cave I knew I needed help because although he was deliscious, I nearly drowned in a pool of shit at the bottom of the cave (disgusting and dangerous at the same time).
The sound of countless wings fluttering growing louder and louder and a steely wind starts to hit my body. Every second I feel like I'm going to break and then I realize my left fang is gone and as I lift off to take flight I feel a slight tear in my right wing where it meets my claw. Then as I become more conscious the sensation of pain echoes throughout my body with each flap of my wings. I need to get out of here but I don't know where to go. Dried blood or shit is in one of my ears. I think I can make it but then all of a sudden it starts to happen again. The next thing I know I'm falling, spiraling, and out of control. This is no dream. It's what it's like to be a bat (addicted to blood).