Pleasured Viscera: Whispers Beneath The Boards

Days were milliseconds leaping by. The rails told me 'you're not alone', but, all I saw were spies. Masses of shapeless, apathetic faces living their miserable lives watching the days go by. Blazing screeches met my drooping ears. It was time to exit that snake pit of liars and briars. One tried to sell me white dust. I glared, dense with rage for something so malicious even before me. He blared hostile savagery. I watched his shoulder cobras puff and tense. He was young and foalish. Barely fifteen by homosapien measurements.

"Hey, what the fuck's your problem, lady? Tryin' a check me or somethin'?" He puffed, standing proud to be an animal.

"No. I'd clean your addiction if I could, though." I murmured, gently 'breathing' my choke-prone cancer stick.

"Yo, I'm not addicted- you know who's addicted, bitches like you with all that fuckin' nicotine and shit. Do yourself a favor and shut that shit off before you can't breathe right." The stallion retorted, shifting his eyes about, but never changing stance.

What nonsense. My hoof tapped his chest and, in an instant, he fell over. Balance was best in life, I learned once. His own posture consisted of rushing up, standing hindlegs-only and poising strike. I didn't hit him, of course. No felony. No charge. And no reason to keep blasting his stupid preachiness.

"You like Coat, huh...?" I inquired, lazy and iced without someone close.

"I bet you and your stupid, fucking smuggler friends get together and count your money. You laugh and drink like the beasts you are to other people's suffering; you think it's all fine and happy because you're living the dream... Ponies like you make me sick." I seethed, monotone and watching the crowd exit our train.

"You know all about what you're doing. You choose to hook ponies and once you're done, you throw them out like fish bones. You know what, you pansy under-handed fuckwit, how about you try your own Winter Dust for once...? Take that bite. Watch every, last one taste like ash till you can't taste at all. " I spit, flooded with grime and hurt from times before long-past in dirt.

My hooves go unchallenged and I walk my lonesome road, leaving grey, comfortable walls for windows of my own. Not home, but, where I drank. Scotch Summers gave me swill like swirling ballerinas. His tavern was comforting and boasted inebriation erotica. A young, worried waitress met my order and very whispered, procured my thirst. Another Bloody Mary. Another contract. Slurred drunks made my family and though I didn't have her, I wished Silver Spoon was sitting beside me. Leaning. Leaking. Learning life outside the great sleepwalk of financial focus.

Brief, choppy summaries leave the television near my eye swollen with red like bible choirs. A slow, calculated stallion about his middle-aged crisis region relayed the news. It was quiet when everyone joined in collective, honorable silence.

"Just yesterday, Equestria suffered it's greatest breach of security since the Changeling Invasion of April 14th, 2012; witnesses and fellow palace guards say the murderer 'had no face'. Officer Jinxed Sundial stated and I quote, 'We saw her face and saw her clothes, but nothing came back. She was- I don't know, she was like a ghost after you saw her. You couldn't remember who she was.'

What a chilling summary. Investigators far and wide are calling this fowl play. Some even believe Princess Mi Amore Cadenza arranged the murder herself. Though she never strictly replied to rumors and hearsay about her involvement, Princess Twilight Sparkle has this to say,"

He shuffled papers, stacking both so calmly, it seemed tense and feigned.

"'Whoever you are, near or dear to Sombra or hatred's curse, I'll find you. I'll find you and gut you like the worthless trash you are. And, when I do, you'll know my name. Hot coals and stinging calipers are child's play.The guards honored him that day. My brother saved countless lives evacuating the Sisters' Towers. He saved mine my entire life and you had to take him away. You'll regret the day you ever felt at all. M-my eyes are comets and raging tesla. Do me one favor and turn yourself in. God is watching."

Understandably, I turned back to see none other than Discord himself, appalled at what'd been scribed. Read aloud for all to see, was me in two years' time, jailed and tortured just like home. Except, far, far away, I'd never see the light of day. Precious sunlight escaped me and all I did was chortle. Sometimes, life made me smile.

When you were a tool, people loved you. When you were a tool, people hated you. How could people understand my warped perception, I thought silently. The doctors told me to medicate and take things like reappearing vaccinations. Could I trust them anymore, like the others all around, faces blurred like daddy's words of 'I love you' to 'I hate you'. The way I watched, gliding my tongue along my drink, slowly cupping and re-cupping that muscle, all I saw was red.

I wished somepony was there. Silver Spoon. Twilight Sparkle. Anypony.

'No one loves monsters,' my whispers calmed.

'Not even monsters.'