LAMPLIGHT

TV playing: sweep, swoop, sweep, sweep, swoop, sweep, sweep, sweep. Now I know how to clean my dishes. Lee, la, Lee, la, le, la, la, la, loo.

How can one’s conscience withstand such pointlessness? The baby brother had an endless gaze. Nothing connected the two, he had just been taken by this force of blue light. Lucky for himself he’s what people call cute, plumped cheeks with a shitty and short haircut. Skin not as soft as mine, his was weird because it was red and patchy. Mine IS tanned, clear and perfectly smooth. Another stupid hag said his skin was the softest she’d ever felt. My skin she touched after his. I didn’t take it to heart because I knew she was going to hang dead inside my closet that night.

My body lifted and twisted, and off the bed I jumped. My bedroom a stark contrast to the brother’s filthy room. He sweated the resources of this house into the pile of rubbish that it is.

I flipped the light switch on, and the bathroom fan hummed in a rare, soft tone. The only music to my ears, a kick start to the thrilling experience of today. Tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. And forever.

I span the tap nozzle for its short burst of crystal clear milk. As well, the water had a soft hum that became boring after the first few seconds. Poured into my two palms for this cold and salty puddle used to splash into my face, and adopt my dead skin. The water then dribbles from my face down into the sink. Fast and efficient.

My second assistant is my slug mucin. My slug mucin is the most handy therefore is rewarded with the top draw. That spot is useless but a reward only the filthy arrogant would reject, in that case I would drive the brother’s head directly into its plastic chest and stain it with his blood. Such arrogance is a death sentence.

My face was still damp, so I spread my slimy slug mucin across my face. Fingers gently massaged into my hard, smooth cheekbones and jawline. That pulse hidden under my jawline. Both sides.

When finished I would bring out my moisturiser to again massage into my jawline, neck, and cheekbones. That pulse hidden under my jawline is pulsing with my blood. On both sides.

My muscle very athletic. Large chest and large arms. All wired with that veiny pulse, stabbed into the deepest artery. Blood would squirt from it.

My hair has a medium taper fade on the sides, a short but not too short fringe and top. Brown hair that looks black when the sun is not shining directly into it. Red when the selfless corpses squirt from its pulse, a fountain of blood drenched my hair.

I lifted my arms and puffed my chest out, and a loud croaky yawn escaped from my throat. Now that my body was more settled I reached for the door handle.

Yawwwwn.

D-did he just mimic me?

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