Phobia

What kind of operation is required to get something published? Is it drive through or stay-overnight; are there rooms of gowned surgeons, with gleaming stainless instruments- Or smelly drunks, with whiskey breath, broken beer bottles and rusting lengths of stolen barbed wire; tourniquets of old socks- there to make the necessary cuts? It's arcane knowledge no one seems to have; are the castrations done at midnight, or two p.m. over afternoon tea? With stale donuts from the day old bread store, or fresh baked from early that morning? Is there a silencer on the gun, only a dirty rag to bite down on? I want real morphine, dammit- not soothing words to calm me But mostly I think, I’m afraid to hear their screams-