i dreamt death last night.
i killed six men, slow hacking deaths with kitchen knives. i placed a foot on his face and relieved him of the burden of his head, three hard slashes with a breadknife and then a rough sawing through the bone. i licked the blood off my fingers, slowly. the next one, i stabbed with a steak knife, twisting it to pull out the glistening orb of his eye and then drawing a neat line down his cheek and across his throat. the blood curled like a wave, frothing out the sides of his mouth and from the glaring socket of his nowblindness. i killed one with a table knife under the chin, a quick jab up through the soft tongue, cracking past the roof of the mouth, there to nestle thickly in the brain. he smiled at me blankly as i yanked it free with a rush of strange clear fluid. one, i gutted with a chef's knife, stabbing him just below the sternum and dragging downwards to the navel, quick arc to the right until i met ribs. i took one from behind, severing the spinal cord so that i could cut his fingers off without trouble. i stuffed them carefully down his throat and watched his eyes bulge as he died.
the last one i'd forgotton about, having cut his hamstrings sometime near the beginning. he stumbled towards me, holding the breadknife. i found myself blocking his advances with a pillow, suddenly clumsy. i grabbed the knife with a padded hand, and we stood inches apart, sweatmatted hair mingling. he twisted his hand suddenly, pinning my wrist beneath the blade. we stayed like that, breathing close to each other's ears, tiny pinpricks of blood along my blueveined skin.
i woke up breifly, shuddering, and when i fell back asleep, it seemed the dream had gone on without me.
he had me backed against a wall, holding a knife to my throat and pressing. we began to blur, and i could see my terrified face through his eyes. witnessing my fear filled me with heavy black disgust, and i pulled the knife sharply across my own throat. i sank slowly to the ground, and around the dark gurgle of blood i broke the seamless silence, saying, "forgive we our sins, oh love. forgive."
i killed six men, slow hacking deaths with kitchen knives. i placed a foot on his face and relieved him of the burden of his head, three hard slashes with a breadknife and then a rough sawing through the bone. i licked the blood off my fingers, slowly. the next one, i stabbed with a steak knife, twisting it to pull out the glistening orb of his eye and then drawing a neat line down his cheek and across his throat. the blood curled like a wave, frothing out the sides of his mouth and from the glaring socket of his nowblindness. i killed one with a table knife under the chin, a quick jab up through the soft tongue, cracking past the roof of the mouth, there to nestle thickly in the brain. he smiled at me blankly as i yanked it free with a rush of strange clear fluid. one, i gutted with a chef's knife, stabbing him just below the sternum and dragging downwards to the navel, quick arc to the right until i met ribs. i took one from behind, severing the spinal cord so that i could cut his fingers off without trouble. i stuffed them carefully down his throat and watched his eyes bulge as he died.
the last one i'd forgotton about, having cut his hamstrings sometime near the beginning. he stumbled towards me, holding the breadknife. i found myself blocking his advances with a pillow, suddenly clumsy. i grabbed the knife with a padded hand, and we stood inches apart, sweatmatted hair mingling. he twisted his hand suddenly, pinning my wrist beneath the blade. we stayed like that, breathing close to each other's ears, tiny pinpricks of blood along my blueveined skin.
i woke up breifly, shuddering, and when i fell back asleep, it seemed the dream had gone on without me.
he had me backed against a wall, holding a knife to my throat and pressing. we began to blur, and i could see my terrified face through his eyes. witnessing my fear filled me with heavy black disgust, and i pulled the knife sharply across my own throat. i sank slowly to the ground, and around the dark gurgle of blood i broke the seamless silence, saying, "forgive we our sins, oh love. forgive."