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House of Nothing
written by frotofski_LaVey01:19 AM 9/8/04Pictures hang crooked on the walls
The clocks miss a tick every so often
The emptyness of the house seems overwhelming
yet the presence of age has been resident.
Curtains closed, the Sun has no right of passage
and the carpet rough, like sand paper.
In the closet rests a corpse. The corpse of woman.
Her blood-clotted hair sits stiff against her motionless face. Her mouth in the shape of an O.
In the upstairs bathroom, a shattered mirror drips the reflection of hollow-faced man. He stares into the picasso image of himself. Wondering how to escape this horror he has just endured.
Silence surrounds him. He feels his blackened heart
thumping against his chest. Faster, and faster.
He steps back from the basin, into nothingness he stares, conjuring up a plan to help him hide, help him run.
He moves to the stairwell, he knows what he has done, he knows what he has to do now.
Grasping the hatchet, he grints his teeth tightly as raises his arm...he stops.
A sound from the bedroom startles him. He turns towards it, hatchet still raised. The door opens, but he does not move.
A boy, his boy, his Son, walks from behind the door. He tears, quietly.
'Dad?' he says, unaware of the event that has happened.
'Go to bed' his father orders, staring blankly at the boy.
The child turns, entering the room, and closing the door behind.
The man turns and slowly trudges down the stairs.
His mind filled only with the urge to escape. He reaches the bottom of the stairs, faces the closet that hides his love.
Clenching his fist, with the hatchet, he rips his wrists open along the length of his arm. He falls on the ground silently dying. But he is happy. He found his exit. He has ended his fear.
As the blood spreads across the floor, his eyes close, slowly, as he becomes light headed.
The last sound made is his faint, 'Goodbye...' |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bleedblack (9-8-2004 - 01:26 AM)
| wooooooooow ... that is really sad and really deep ... really good job |
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