i rotate in here, waiting for the beep, for death.
i spin and spin. my skin heats up.
i have been revitalized, brought back to life after my final breath.
he sits beyond the latticed window, obfuscating his face, but he knows he's in luck.
i'm confined to little box, yet to escape.
why am i so sweaty? to be easier to consume.
and why should i be left to wait?
why can he sit there and let me out?
the beeping comes closer. i can feel it.
my skin is already peeling off.
i begin to sizzle. is that what this noise is?
like Frankenstein's monster, i'm brought to reality
and then burnt to a crisp
untouched by flames but i feel hell anyways.