| The Blood |
| God, how well i remember that pain! My soul, taken unawares jerked like a decapitated hen. Blood spattering everywhere, on the street, the table in the cafe but mostly over your unconscious hands. Then, like some prowling monster my hair dispersed, encircling wine glasses still as frozen breath, slashing the air and dancing from side to side, to fall, executed at your feet. God, how well i remember - I smiled cruelly, disfiguring my face to ensure it looked like me, and then i screamed - just once, but later, when everyone had left, lights were out, and they'd wiped the blood from the tables. |