I am breaking apart I am. The chocolate rabbit is not there anymore, where it used to be. All that is left of its glorious past is its head, and even that lacks its ears. So, you can¡¯t really see what kind of animal it was before. It could belong to a squirrel or a mouse. But it does not really matter. It does not interest me anymore, what does it mean to me anyway? A head like that, made of chocolate, and so what?
I am breaking apart. No. Correction; I am melting away. The life blows its omnipotent and sly heat to my direction. Melting me down slowly, suffocating me, evaporating the water in my vein. So that nothing flows in it but red dry blood.
I am not quite sure whether it is capable of flowing anymore. I hear them crack. Drying out like desert. Desert used to be generous, you see, it used to let whale swim in its belly. Cool as a cucumber. Its all so light. Everything is everything is so light and so far away and so sweaty. Somebody is having a sweaty time upstairs as well.
IT is all so¡¦¡¦¡¦.far away. I want to disappear, to reach that place, of that time. I may walk, take a bus anything. To get to that place that is far away. I want to kill. Murder my body and swim away to the desert that was once full of cool white water. Flowing. I want to
kill. Kill. Kill. Kill- It is such delicious a word, when you chew on it inside your mouth, kill sounds like a knife, sharp and edgy, no fooling around. Spot on. |
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