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Day 30: Crush :)

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Wed, 05 Mar 2014 17:27:00 +0000

He told me that it's just a crush.
That I will get over it.
That time heals everything.
Turns out he was right.
Now I feel bad that I buried him in the woods.

Day 29: Door

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Tue, 04 Mar 2014 16:52:00 +0000

She showed him the door.
He showed her the inside... of a coffin.

Day 28: Window

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Mon, 03 Mar 2014 17:55:00 +0000

Every day he stood by the window and looked if she wasn't coming.
If she doesn't walk amongst the flowers towards him.
He stood by that window day and night, in the summer, spring, winter.
He stood there filled with longing and sorrow.
She was the only one he waited for, for her he woke up, for her he stayed awake.
He waited.

But Death didn't come.

Day 27: Sin

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sun, 02 Mar 2014 21:44:00 +0000

Sin.
Adultery is a sin, so we called it helping those in need of love.
Stealing is a sin, so we called it borrowing things with little intention of returning them.
Suicide is a sin, so we called it cleansing the world's gene pool.
Murder is a sin. We don't have a new name for it.
Yet.

Day 26: Comrade

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sat, 01 Mar 2014 20:16:00 +0000

My "comrade" doesn't talk, doesn't help, he's completely useless. It would have been better to take a deadman along.

Nope. Turns out I was wrong.

Day 25: Play

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Fri, 28 Feb 2014 16:41:00 +0000

He kept asking them to play with him. They pretended not to hear him.
They kept asking him for help. He pretended not to hear them.
Their cries were a music to his ears.
They taught him what desolation tastes like.
Winning the lottery taught him what satisfaction tastes like.

Day 24: Tourist

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Thu, 27 Feb 2014 18:49:00 +0000

When a sea of tourists passed daily through the house in which she killed her husband and her seven children, for the first time in her life Marie thought that there might be something wrong with the humanity.

Day 23: Hollow

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Wed, 26 Feb 2014 16:00:00 +0000

His words sounded hollow, dishonest, emotionless when he said that he was sorry for killing me.
I won't say the same when I eat his brain.

Day 22: Shaman

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Tue, 25 Feb 2014 17:57:00 +0000

"Are you that famous shaman?"
"Yes, I am."
"Is that true that you can create a river even in the heart of a desert?"
"It's true."
"And is it true that you can return life to an animal of any kind?
"That's true."
"And is it true that you can make it rain even when the sky is clear?"
"That true as well."
"Then could you make me beautiful?"
"Are you joking, girl? No"

Day 21: Moon

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Mon, 24 Feb 2014 18:34:00 +0000

I can see the Moon.
I am walking on the Moon.
I am leaving the Moon.
I can see the Earth.
I want to walk on the Earth.
But the fire all around me won't let me.
Never again.

And a bonus: Moon 2

"You want the bad or the good news first?"
"Bad."
"We're out of fuel."
"And the good news?"
"We'll be the first people to die on the Moon."

Day 20: Wash

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sun, 23 Feb 2014 10:42:00 +0000

These red stains are so hard to wash of. They are the proof of my guilt. They resist removal as if they sole purpose was to see me punished.
That's why I hate red lipstick on a woman.

Day 19: Summer

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sat, 22 Feb 2014 16:00:00 +0000

I hate the summer.
The bodies rot so fast that I hardly manage to bury them.

Day 18: Lips

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Fri, 21 Feb 2014 17:42:00 +0000

Could those lips lie?
No.
Not anymore.
Mostly because they belong to a dead body of that fucking lying bitch.

Day 17: Swim

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Thu, 20 Feb 2014 20:42:00 +0000

I can swim. I am a really good swimmer.
Doesn't matter that the water is cold and the current is strong.
Doesn't matter how deep it is here.
I could swim.
I just chose not to.

Day 16: Feather

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Wed, 19 Feb 2014 19:15:00 +0000

She looked as light as a feather, frail, delicate. Easy to break. To defeat.
But as I stared down the smoking barrel of the gun she was clutching in her hand, I understood that she didn't need to look stronger.
She managed to kill me anyway.

Day 15: Song

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Tue, 18 Feb 2014 19:30:00 +0000

It is said that it ain't over, until a fat woman sings.
Well world, I've gotta warn ya.
My wife is just picking a song.

Day 14: Milk

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Mon, 17 Feb 2014 19:00:00 +0000

"Can you come up with a sentence with 'milk' in it, kids? Tommy?"
"I don't know what a mother's milk tastes like."

Day 13: Ink

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sun, 16 Feb 2014 08:42:00 +0000

The ink was expensive, rare and as black as the darkest night.
It was ideal for signing that death row sentence.

Day 12: Decay

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sat, 15 Feb 2014 07:00:00 +0000

"Decay."
"What?"
"Decay, is what I see. Pain and destruction. Blood and tears. A river of tears. And a terrible loss"
"You're scaring me. Is there no hope?"
"Well, we could always try the root canal treatment."

Day 11: Storm

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Fri, 14 Feb 2014 16:00:00 +0000

"A storm is coming. Dark clouds are gathering. The rain will wash away all colour and all happiness from this world. The wind will sweep away all life. We are doomed."
"Jeez, you still can't get over that F on your essay?"

Day 10: Hair

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Thu, 13 Feb 2014 18:47:00 +0000

She had lovely hair. They often smelled like lavender and she brushed them a few times a day.
It paid off. They were long, shiny, strong.
It was easy to strangle her with them.

Day 9: Fingers

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Wed, 12 Feb 2014 17:00:00 +0000

I like the feeling of someone's fingers running through my hair but not when I'm sleeping.
Alone.

Day 8: Drunk

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Tue, 11 Feb 2014 18:21:00 +0000

I am drunk on your blood.
It feels me up with warmth, it sates my hunger.
You will never understand this need that drives me forward, pulls me towards you.
Makes me feast on you, like you do on that bacon sandwich.
Dizzy, light-headed, drunk, that's how your blood makes me feel.
I would sing if I could.
But I can't, I can only buzz as I fly away, full and ready to lay eggs.
So, goodnight and let the bedbugs bite.
They're my cousins and they need to eat too.

Day 7: Sister

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Mon, 10 Feb 2014 21:13:00 +0000

Dean is handsome. Even more so than my Charlie.
My sister met him in a club.
She likes to party, put on high heels, drink at the bar, stumble home at midnight.
Dean calms her down. He is like a rock she can lean on.
When they meet it magical, she hangs on to his every word. He hangs onto her hand.
My Charlie is like fire, he makes me hot and bother, gets me going.
When I am with him I feel alive.
My sister's Dean is water, he extinguishes her fire.
When my sister is with him she feels safe and calm.
I am a lucky woman.
My sister is a lucky woman.
We both are lucky.

I don't have a sister.

Day 6: Villain

noreply@blogger.com (Sorrento Aishikami) — Sun, 09 Feb 2014 08:55:00 +0000

I've been called many names.
I am the vilain, the destroyer of dreams, the cruel, the heartless.
Tears have been spilled, curses have been thrown, all because of me.
All in my name.

I don't care.
She's still grounded.