Friday, September 30, 2016
It's not mine.
When I jumped into the water from my boat, I landed on something. I felt it slide up along my body.
I couldn't see, something covered my head like a child's blanket.
At the surface, I pulled it off. It was human skin.
Then something touched my side. It was half of a woman's body.
More parts are coming to the surface. More people.
My boat is getting farther away.
Another body touched me. I pushed it away. It's arm came off like overcooked chicken.
It's getting dark.
Monday, September 26, 2016
Another post I wrote, that makes you think. Always tell people you love them... In case, you never get the chance.
It means so much when it might be your last moments.
I am under the man and woman I was sitting beside. I pushed her arm from my face. It's not attached any more.
Why is this happening?
I just wanted to take the train downtown. I just wanted to have fun.
There are more now. I hear them.
That first one. Where did he come from? This can't be real. How can a person tear apart another person that fast?
I wish I was home. I wish I was with my mom. I wish I didn't get so mad. I wish I could see her again. I hope she is okay. I hope she is safe.
I need to get out of here.
I hope I make it.
I hope I live.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
I was just trying to be nice.
I didn't know this would happen.
I shouldn't have talked to him.
He's still out there. It's getting dark. Why won't he leave?
He was on the train yesterday. He noticed my manicure. He said it was pretty.
He keeps getting closer.
I told him I wished I had real pretty nails. It was just stupid conversation.
He knocked on my door today. I don't know how he found me. He handed me a box. After I closed the door, I opened it.
It's a box of fingernails. They are still attached to severed fingers.
He's at my window.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
I can see my breath.
I'm the only one who can claim her body.
I thought morgues were clean. It's dirty.
She's waiting in the corner of the room. On a cart. Mixed in with other dead people.
Their faces are covered. Her's is not. It looks like rubber. There is cotton in her mouth. I can see it through the stitches trying to hold her lips closed.
I reached under the fabric covering her body, and touched her hand one last time. I felt long finger nails.
I always told her not to bite her nails. She bit them bloody. The hand I touched, had nails like an old dog. Thick and curled.
I lifted the sheet higher and followed up her arm.
It's not attached.
It's not her arm.
It's different skin.
The man who let me in, still had his back to me. I lifted the sheet even more. The legs were different, too. Shriveled old man legs. Too small for her large body. They rested inches away from her torso. I could see the bone.
I need to leave. I need to get help.
I am sweating. I feel like I am going to fall. My ears are echoing.
The man is now watching me.
He is smiling, as only a monster can.