Thursday, March 16, 2006
he was holding a knife in his right hand.
twitched his hand and the reflection of light against his blade flashed across.
it wasnt clear, bright light,
but was rather... dirty.
dark.
red
and bloody.
his veins bulging out of his arms as though they would burst any time.
he was well-built man judging from the size the muscles on his arms.
clothed in what was white sleeveless teeshirt, he looked rugged.
there was a long cut across his chest that tore it into almost two pieces.
he stood upright with his arms hung relaxed by his sides.
his pants merely seemed like pieces of cloth that had been put together in a sloppy manner.
he had no shoes on.
with his head hung low, his long and unkempt hair covered his face.
slowly, he lifted his face.
his hair still covered it.
only the bottom half was visible.
a crazed smile began stretching across his face.
there was something in his rising left hand.
clutched tightly, in his grasp was something wet and dirty looking.
but it was moving.
his face looked more and more distorted as his smile gradually became wider.
his teeth showed as he smiled insanely with such great hysteria.
the sight of his face was disturbing.
then, with a closer look at his left hand, one could tell.
the wind blew gently and rustled his teeshirt as if it was dancing.
something had been gorgedgouged out of his chest.
and there in his clenching fist, was a beating heart.
his beating heart.
etched at 7:48 AM