Man in my mind (1) she said, I want to take you places. She got out her knife and sliced the poor boy in half. I ran from my hiding place and she saw me, knife streaked red held triumphantly above her head. Catch me if you can— And then off she went, a knife and half a boy draped over her shoulder, ever so fashionable. I took the other half of the poor boy and attempted to breathe some life back into him. He opened his eye and —quite shocked said to me –– but it can’t be you. Ah, said I, but it is. I helped him stand up and scared he attempted to run away. I couldn’t help but laugh. You’ll not get far, I said to him. He gave me a look of contempt. Let me help you. So I tied him into knots and put him in my handbag. I then took him home with me. (2) It was past midnight when I got home. It was so cold by then, (too cold.) My hands were blue. The boy in my bag was making wheezing sounds and I kept saying stop and I kept shaking my bag. But nothing would shut him up. Put a sock in it, I said to him, to which he replied, not on your Nelly. We’ll see about that, I said. And even in the bitterness which was that winter night I took off my shoe, then took off my sock and then preceded to stuff it into his mouth. That’ll teach you, I said angrily. I think he actually shed a tear. WimpBirth sign: Cancer
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