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We all saw it sprawled across the blackboard, the second we stepped into miss lovecraft’s class. Its wingspan reached from one end of the room to the other. Hovering above our heads as if it were about to pounce. Its chalk scrawled claws looking ready to grab up an unsuspecting student, and fly away.
“What is that ungodly thing?” my best friend jimmy pickman asked.
“it looks like an octopus” I replied
Ms lovecraft had scribbled its name over its dome shaped head beckoning the class to chant this creatures nauseating nomenclature
“repeat after me children. This is the vagina”
I shuddered at the sound its name made within my mouth, whispering it with the rest of the students, it seemed to seep out from over my tongue, the syllables all soft and moist. As if it had just drudged itself up from some sodded portion of my stomach. Buried for centuries under the muck of my meals, rising up towards my teeth on a tide of bile.
“Now class, all girls are born with the vagina. The vagina is home for the uterus, shown here which is where the fertilized egg develops into a fetus”
Suddenly it struck me, the more we all called out its name, repeating our teachers incantation for this, feminine effigy, the more I noticed how all the girls in the class had begun to shift within their seats. Norene dunwitch popped here hubble bubble right into my ear, the air hissing out from that gummy bubble, like a dying man’s last final exhale. She’d been voraciously taking notes, recording every pagan name her high priestess called out. I peeped under her desk, only to discover her legs wide open, fanning her knees back and forth, something had awoken within here, something was lurking under the murk of her skirt, veiled behind the pleats of her school uniform. Oh this wasn’t sex ed, we were taking part in something much darker than our normal curriculum. This was a ritual, an invocation of evil. Looking back at the blackboard, that powdery rendition seemed to come alive, its fallopian tubes undulating across the wall, like tentacles reaching out for me. There was something so hypnotic to its flickering, those ovaries pulsing a brilliant green. My eyes raced around the room, the sudden shock of realization dawning on me. This quivering deity that ms lovecraft had mapped out on the chalkboard was within women. Women everywhere. These ancient beings had been amongst us boys all along, hidden within the depths of our female classmates.
“now class, lets move onto the male sexual organs.”
Geugh, bear in mind, that I had not known such a thing existed within me. To say that a mental shock was the cause of what I inferred, that last straw of sanity snapping as ms lovecraft took her chalk and etched a most heinous hieroglyphic across the blackboard, is to ignore the simplest bit of my experience. Maybe a madhouse would be as good of any a place to save me now. No doctor could erase this profane image from my brain forever, but I found myself staring at none other than him who is not to be named. The mighty one eyed messenger, the goat with a thousand young.
“stop snickering children, ill send you all to the office if you cant act like mature adults. Now repeat after me. This. Is. The penis.”
You must believe me principal peters. I have certain evidence that monstrous things do indeed live within the dark corners of man, that have yet to be explored by my hands. Throbbing, pulsating creatures, that inhabit a space unfamiliar to this particular 7th grader. And as God is my witness, how I wish to resist this transformation. I was the caterpillar combating its own cocoon. Looking around the room, I realized I was not alone in this chrysalis state. The rest of the class was undergoing the same change, a look of utter horror frozen on everyones face. Locking onto the eyes of larissa inns mouth, I was suddenly aware of the disconnected sounds inside my mind. The creature hidden within her was attempting to communicate with me. Its sole mode of speech were a series of thoughtwaves transmitted through its clitoral antenna. Even now these beasts talked within their tombs, sending their telepathy out from beyond the cotton lining of all the girls underwear. *maniacal laughter* The panic was suddenly lessening within me. I was beginning to feel queerly drawn towards the unknown sea depths of my female classmates. I suddenly felt the compulsion to swim towards that brooding reef of newly grown pubic hair. Diving into the black abyss foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr *yelling* *slurping noises* Ms lovecraft was responsible for introducing us boys to the female reproductive system. Incantation had unlocked our little beatles. Pushing our desks together, we created an altar in which to enact our rights of passage, but perhaps we may sacrifice ourselves, offering our bodies up to our idols. Ms lovecraft continued to point towards the orifices of our gods. While the student body had an orgy of ungodly proportions. Hail yar sargoth, the mighty vagina. Praise to the pit of sugar, glory to the great messenger Cthulhu, yargoth, the cyclopic whim.
Oh you mustn’t think I’m mad principal peters, there’s good reason, God knows, im lucky enough to still have a scrap of sanity within me. I have bared witness to terrors that come from beyond the body. Monstrous things that harbor themselves within shells of men like you, and I. The rest of the 7th grade may not believe me, but later, my peers will ware each statement I made as I was dragged down the hall, correlating my words with the known facts, no matter how graving, until the entire class asks themselves how they could ever have believed otherwise. But until then, I myself found nothing but madness, and these, wild tales that I have acted upon. Even now I ask myself whether I was misled, or whether or not I am mad at all. But, the second my knees buckled upwards, hitting the underbelly of my desk, the class all turned around to face me. Even ms lovecraft was staring at me, her mouth hanging wide open, the look on her face thickening into utter horror. The second she realized, my pants were now crumpled up at my ankles, my hands hidden below the desktop. Strips of mother of pearl, stretched along the floor, as within some slimy beast had been released within me. The residue of its escape shining over the linoleummmmmmmm