October 18, 2009Posted by on
He lifted his face from the gush of water from the spout of the tap.
He looked at himself in the broken mirror. The mirror added to the truth of his life.
He wiped his face with his sleeve and sat down on the commode.
He looked outside the bathroom ventilator where a pigeon family had just started to build a nest.
He rose up and felt disgruntled with himself, he just had a demonic thought in his mind.
He flushed for no reason. He liked sound…the draining away of stuff that was shit out.
He twisted the knob.
He took a step that was already cemented.
He grew tense.
He stood and looked around.
He turned back and grabbed a towel, rolled it, dug his teeth into it and stopped himself from screaming.
He cried out a name.
He pressed his hands against the platform and snorted the last few grammes.