Posted by pullmarine on October 18, 2000, at 0:39:31
In reply to Re: The Lady Who ... answer to rzip+warning to all » pullmarine, posted by Rzip on October 17, 2000, at 19:15:47
The reflection in the mirror stared back with his father's lustful, greedy, beady, perverse and penetrating eyes that were set in a face with the features of a piggy butcher's son. The latter, he'd gotten from his mother, and what he felt at that instant was more than hatred or disgust.
His stomach heaved. How he hated bearing any resemblance to them. They both repulsed him, and his mind, he envisioned them as two maggots feeding on rancid meat.
And there at the edge of the sink was the cut-throat, calling him by his name, begging to to be picked up.
He obeyed. Darkness and dreams of Oedipus followed as the warm, crimsom blood flowed down his cheeks and onto the floor. and there was neither pain nor fear as he blindly removed what pieces of flesh he could grab off his face.
When at last, he felt he had severed every bit that connected him in anyway to the maggots, he fainted.
He felt oppressed under the bandages that covered what had been his. There were distant voices, murmurs, and echoes that one only hears in hospitals. Then suddenly there was clarity, and as the voice beside him said: 'Son. We managed to save your life, but you'll never look the same again", he felt the warmth of a smile spread throughout his body.
Based on a song by Lou Reed
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