Sunday, May 10, 2009

Murder In Black And White

I had a nightmare a few nights back which kept me up all morning. Two men were fighting, I don't remember if they were naked or not, but I do recall they were sweating and struggling with all their might. The older one had a pencil or a knife, I couldn't tell. The younger just had his bare hands and they were busy fending off the deadly instrument.
A girl with quiet, seductive eyes sat next to me whispering about the many ways she would rape and torture the victor in profane detail, laughing when the younger man finally weakened and the instrument went into his groin. His scream was so unbearably real that I heard it when I woke from the nightmare. I heard that scream two other times in my life. One was when I witnessed someone shooting a man at point blank range.

The scream kept reverberating though the city and it seemed every pedestrian carried the scream till it ripped their faces apart. I've never seen that much red in my life...


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