and the few survivors who couldn’t fight were lined up along with the civilians and shot or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers And dogs were trained to tear them to shreds and the ground became black with their soaked blood and over the next few days a carpet of butterflies gathered on top of it “It’s beautiful,” he said She didn’t pay attention. Was too busy removing golden teeth from a severed head she held in her lap. “Dammit, whoever made these implants did too good a job. I’ve to take ‘em with gums, alright. Look, my knife keeps slipping.” “Stab his eyes please,” he said “What? Why?” “Because he’s looking at us. I can’t stand it.” “Jeez, you’re such a pussy.” She quickly stabbed the blade into the head’s eyes one after the other. “Better?” “Whatever,” he said. “Just hurry up and pull those teeth.” “I’m trying…
a songless bird
that would be the nicest
name she’d been
called
the others,
far more common,
being
that little wench
your bastard kid
the little rat
useless piece of shit that came outta you
and others
She liked the term
songless bird
It was a title worthy of her in
all the good and the
bad ways
The songless bird stands
locked in her room
and knocks and waves in
the window
for she has no voice to sing
She gives silent cries to the
neighbors and
the passersby when the noises
from the other side of
her door
get too violent
or when it smells
of smoke
Which happens
every now
and then
She got very deep into spirituality at her mother’s sound advice
A lot of people, including her mother, got into spirituality as a means to calm the feeling of having no control over life whatsoever
But behold, there are those who go through spirituality and come out knowing that it none of it’s true Suddenly they know and understand we have one hundred percent control over our own destinies
Today she was one of those people
“It’s all a matter of how we manage our thoughts,” she said “How we organize our minds. You attract what you focus on most of the time. It’s that simple.”
The guys at the bar all nodded, each hoping to get some private lessons out of her
And one of them did
He took her to his place where he found out that she was on her period
Goddammit, they were looking at a doctor He came into the casino in a suit, the same suit every day and night dark gray shiny with grease around the elbows and lower back smelly patched up in places
he kinda forgot what it was like to be sober
and lately he kinda forgot what it was like to win at the slot machines
he forgot how to perform surgery how to diagnose a patient
forgot what the company of a woman felt like
forgot what love was
he was a machine that consumed cheap but strong alcohol Rubbing alcohol filtered through bread That stuff was 70% alcohol his liver knew it
"Ah, pleaseeee, for the love of God, don't make me work with this stuff again," he would scream while playing at the slot machine
and the bouncer would walk up to him and say, "Hey…
he would start whistling Very random and very loud even at night in bed and stopping him was very much a gamble The caterpillar-like stitches on his wife’s arm were a testimony to that He’s never been the same since his head injury Poor fellow just had the terrible, terrible luck to walk underneath an overpass while some teenagers were throwing big rocks for fun Now he kept calling the emergency number and crying that his wife had gone missing when she’d be just in the other room or at work The neighbors filed noise complaints because of his nightly whistling and apparently he no longer knew how to use the toilet paper. He always smelled and it was worse when he climbed in bed besides his wife It was hell and hell broke people and tonight again he started whistling and woke her up and as…
Daydreaming as a profession 