BLOODSHED

BLOODSHED

A deep sense of being drowned but unlike water, this was drowning into a cacophony. A million voices like an untuned radio plays in my sleep keeping me on the surface of a trance. He slides inside, halfe awake, halfe asleep...Her voice seeps into my ears and her words in their tranquillity contrast to the loud chaos waking me with the suddenness of a full stop. The abruptness leaves me clueless about what to do next so I lie trying to gather the voices that played underneath. They always fascinate me, I yawn. I turn sideways to see a deer on the sheet swathed in a translucent bloody coat. I look at her sleeping, her brows contracted in a pensive pose. "Awwfick" I mumble stumbling on the words that I gobbled greedily. Her dainty legs are splayed on a faraway side of the bed still unaware. I was wondering what she would think. I had horrors waking up in my head, all those things I pushed down, under my skirt. The deer lay, blood caked on its mid morning carcass, the yellow dot sun shining on it, shamelessly displaying the secrets hidden. Its wide-open eyes stared into the pink sky and the white ground, moving beyond into the contours of the blue-sky-brown-earth world. She lay there unaware of the murder and the blood. I, the witness was still trying to ward the morning sluggishness from her body and her eyes that wouldn't budge past half-mast. She turned her back to me, revealing a larger amount of dead deer's all staring into infinitum. Soon she would wake and shed tears on the bloodshed in a wasted attempt to revise the murder she had done without intending to. None would wake; history was too much a bitch to amend pitying her confused tears. Soon the witness would stumble down, and announce the news. And as she lay and cried, hunched on dead deer's we would dance our automaton dances with dull smiles stuck on our stupid mouths, morphing into evil in her innocent glass eyes under her crinkled eyebrows.