So we ‘ad this ‘ere feller on the table, ‘an we ripped open ‘is chest. The blood that fell out of ‘im an’ spilled on the floor we ‘ad little Jimmy sweep it up an’ pour it back in ‘is mouth- we didn’t want ‘im dyin’ on us or nuthin’… at least not yet anyways.
We wus gonna ‘av some lunch before we started the operation, but as the guy’s wife was screamin’ at the window we thought we’d better get on with it, so we got out the barbed wire an’ all sat round the table to watch. ‘e was alive on the table but we’d put ‘im under with a hard knock on the ‘ead and ‘e wasn’t going nowhere, not with ‘is ribcage all splayed open and ‘is intestines all lolling around underneath ’is flesh, like. Continue reading “The Barbed Wire Heart”
I didn’t push my face against the window. I didn’t want to. The glass was melting, a steady and deliberate dissolving which would cause my skin to burn, should I have touched it. The slow dissipation of the window caused me to suddenly remember being taught at school that glass was always melting, the faint scent of blancmange still present upon my clothes from the canteen. They told me that glass was liquid. The years would change its shape, alter its form, distort what lay behind it. Outside the sun was shining. For a moment my mind smiled, but my present image remained frozen at the window on the bleak, bleak day. The glass melted now because everything was wrong… not because of its matter, and not because of blancmange, but because the poison rain fell from the sky; from clouds blacker than the scorched bodies which had littered the streets in times past. Darker than night, and more terrifying than anything which had come before. The droplets would fall, dissolving the concrete architecture, ravaging skin. Magnificent flickers of a blue shimmer, leaving behind such fluorescent flowers, such ferocious and beautiful mutations- of pink, and green, and yellow- alive, and dead within minutes. Humanity personified in nature. Continue reading “Something Wrong with Heart”