Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Playing Dead

Slice. Rip. Stab. Slit. Blindfold yourself and hold a knife with a rhinestone handle. Air stabs. Gently scrape the skin - black, white, brown, camel, yellow, orange - on your neck. Use the tip of the blade and exert a gentle force into wherever you want it to be. Feel the thrill of drawing blood.

To murder with characteristic frankness, move yourself to the record player and put on an old scratchy Billie Holiday circling to Strange Fruit.

You glide to the cream couch reeked in dried blood. Slowly and deliberately, you succumb to the flesh appeal and stretch yourself long on the couch.

You reach for the rhinestone handled knife and squint on the watercolored reflection speckled with hard brown spots. The reflection moves. You feel the hairs on your neck stand. You lick your lips and close your eyes as you wait for your partner in crime to move in for the kill as the game begins.

Playing Dead was inspired by Margaret Atwood's Murder In The Dark.

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