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Baby's Breath
(专辑: Atavist - 2011)
The
soft sound of snow crunching underfoot gives me comfort. Her building is at the
end of the
block. She lives on the
north side. Bottom floor. Middle apartment. I
see her: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
steps. Wrong key. Lock clicks. She drops her coat and scarf in the
entry and kicks off those...vixen shoes. She shuffles to the
kitchen and pours a
glass of scotch. (I am inside) She lights a
cigarette and blows the
smoke over the
match. (She doesn't notice) The
gray smog rises from her lips like a
cremation furnace. The
simple elegance of this quiet moment is almost irresistible. (But, I
wait) She slugs back the
scotch, finishes her smoke and ashes it in the
sink. She unties her hair and enters the
hallway, past the
childless bedroom with the
empty crib, past the
altar coated in wax like a
wedding cake, and the
tiny packages of meat, dead flowers, and baby's breath. She enters the
bathroom, where she undresses. She sits on the
edge of the
bath. Her naked body folded in half, heavy tits hanging like mushy stalactites over her lap. (Oh, precious) She closes her eyes and holds her head as if it might float away. For a
moment, my thoughts drift again, this time to the
hammer I
am holding. The
handle is smooth as bone, the
forged steel head is heavy, and I
feel powerful. She reaches for the
faucet and I
snap back to the
moment. Bubbles brim the
edge of the
tub. Her fingers check the
water temperature and I
am ready. I
move behind her. She doesn't hear. I
swing the
hammer. She doesn't see. I
crack her skull. She's in the
tub. Face down. I
am drowning her, mashing her head to the
bottom, knifing the
claw of the
hammer into her spine and ribs over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and.... Her body stops pretending to care and surrenders as it is supposed to. just to be sure, I
press hard, keeping her head beneath the
bloody water a
few moments more. Her neck snaps, her nose breaks, and her face collapses against the
bottom of the
tub. I
see my reflection in the
mirror and soapy foam has formed a
half smile over the
black nylon mask I
am wearing I
lean to her. The
water glistens like glass. I
hover over the
surface, soft breath causing tiny quakes, and whisper, "I have done to you what nature has done to me." She doesn't reply. I
stand and turn off the
light. The
room is dark and empty. Just like I
am now.
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