Her
chest was opened, so they could examine what had happened, all of a
sudden. And they dug deep into her body, just to find that where her
heart should be (and a particularly small organ it was, according to
the coroner's report) nothing more than a bloody mass was found, like
someone stabbed it over and over again. However, there were no entry
wounds and the coroner said he had never seen a case like it. Never had
he read about it in his study books. Never had he seen photographs on
the internet. He is 31 years old. He smokes too much, but only when
he's drinking. His wife loves him, but he doesn't know what to do with
her love anymore. Somehow it started to annoy him, he felt like she
wanted too much of him. He has developed a habit of working late and
often. He visits bars and sleazy motels for cheap sex and carefully
takes a shower afterwards. He comes across a lot of dirt, during office
hours and later. He knows that it stains him, the pretty boy from the
suburbs. But he always comes back for more. He thinks of himself as a
pig, rolling in the mud and faecies. Recently, he met a friendly whore
with a heart too big for this world. Now she's laying on his table with
her eyes dead. Her pale skin bruised, her hands and ankles tied. The
sight of it almost makes him cry, but he doesn't.
06-11-2005 om 00:00
geschreven door LaReineMargot
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