I emptied the tea cup and placed it back on the table. This is my life now, this is my table, my walls… and this is the best I can imagine myself. Every day at 5 o’clock in the morning I’m starring at a tea cup. I am taking a long look inside the cup. The cup is looking back inside me and discovers I’m as empty as she is every morning after we talk. At 8 o’clock I should be in school. I can hear behind the kitchen door my roommate and her genital herpes walking around like a zombie. She is a sex addict – I help her out on the rare occasions when she can’t find a fuck friend. I sometimes, when I need her for myself, I scare away her dates telling them she has contacted an STD from a canola field. When I feel sad and tired enough to even talk I just join the fornication with absolutely no sense of pleasure or reality. They never mind!

I can’t tell about the weather at this hour but it smells like it’s going to be a sunny day again. I grab a long knife and I am slicing my veins with it.

It was a beautiful day indeed, a kind of day that could made even a suicide look acceptable. But as mad as she was about… she was young, had her first beer and went out looking for trouble. Her shameless immature body can be bizarre in this kind of context. Everything altered behind her and turned to dark. It was as if an army of crows were covering the city she was leaving behind her. A sort of devouring darkness created in her mind was altering the whole world. The city sounds are also adjusting to her mood tuning every frequency to a high pitch, screaming like sounds. Wherever she walks she runs everyone mad. She wears her bad attitude with her short summer skirt along with her long hair and her naked body under that thin fabric. It’s strange… her body was unable to feel any kind of pleasure but the same body can convert any man into a sex freak. Nature created her flawless body only to destroy the world. As she walks the city streets she turns every breathing creature to madness. Shortly after, they all puff into a grey and meaningless dust.

She reached the city limits and she turns around staring at the tea cup. This time she smiles like a vindictive bitch… her whole body is trembling uncontrollably and every step she takes turns into another eternity. The beer bottle is rolling away from her thin fingers. The tea cup is braking on the kitchen floor. Soon enough every sound turns to silence, every colour to grey. It’s impossible to escape it. With her eyes still opened she can see a yellow field in the distance. The field is immune to her poison and never changes colour.

FIN

VonBeer