I wake up on a hard chair, restrained. Or at least I feel the rope on my wrists and ankles but I can't see them. It's too dark. Should I scream ? A light ignites, flickering, drawing a strange shape. A white curled silhouette straightens slowly under the only light of the room, and before my very own eyes, a completely pale creature with horrendous long thin limbs and a fat beer belly. And it looks straight at me, or seems to be, it doesn't adorn any eyes. No tiny orifices on the side of his head, neither lips nor nose, the void. Its pale grey smooth head and body are immovable, facing me, drown into my shadows. Its head starts to incline on the right, lightly, with no rush. Its body starts to move forward. The long legs make heavy steps, the arms almost scraping the ground. As it approaches, its face turns blue, a deep blue.
It lifts his bony palm like a skeleton would, aiming for my soul. But before any contact, it stops. It curls on itself again and jumps with a backward somersault so large, I'm back in the circus. So large, so flexible, its body is light and pale again, it returns into the light. The pale body makes a prolonged bow and a sweet lemon-colored face. After adopting a more relaxed posture behind him ignites another light, switching on to illuminate a white board. The corpse begins to write on the board with a marker, fast, soundless. And a drawing appears, a baby. The little one is crying in the arms of his mother who hugs him lovingly. A muffled sound and warm presence embraced the dark room. A whirl of colors flushed on the face fixing me. A tear flows on my cheek and the thing is proud of my reaction. And starts to imitate my crying, or the baby, it irritates me.
Its large hand and fingers attached together, erases with a single swift move the drawing and starts its work again. The light glimmers in my sight and a dinosaur on a screen shows up. Only black lines on the board though. There are backs of seats in front of the majestic beast. The now green-faced creature pointed at the screen while a roar echoes. It is excited, its fists shaking and its non-existent nostrils exhaling emptiness. I don't understand, what is this ? I don't even have words to describe the action taking place right now. Facing me, the showthing halts its broad movement, its foot preparing to frantically stomp the ground, and calms down. A profound teal shrouds its now dangling hands. The color gradually taints to become pure scarlet. In a furious move from side to side, it erases the board, showing its skinny back to me before using the marker once more.
The brutal movement stops like a train braking at the last moment, still set forth but controlled. On the board, a punch is coming. A massive fist, the biggest one can imagine. Air is bending around it and I find no identity to put on it. A punch is coming. Hotness covers the room, a smell of iron completes the atmosphere and the purple face looks gloomy. After a delicate flow, a sullen room replaces the violence. A woman separates a board full of stones and my own being, and splits. No, the pale corpse wears her formal clothes. A nauseous viewpoint, the woman moves from side to side, matching the pace of the creature, twisting my reality, pointing at me. I'm shaking, why ? Can't it stop ? The pressure, the results, why can't it cease ?
Dark again. Am I alone ? Yes I am. The light switches on again and a bloody knife floats mid-air. It emerges behind, face blue and hands red. The corpse lifts his awkward left hand and takes the knife, returning to the shadows. As a scream echoes, saliva starts to pool into my mouth. After a few more cries comes an attractive fragrance. Teardrops try with difficulty to escape from my eyes as a beautiful vision erects my hunger and libido. The buzz from a worn out razor, the salty sweat of hardships, the shiver of success down my spine, the aquamarine lips of Hedone, the finger of God ! I can feel.
And it reappears, the body pale and the head hidden in blackness. It doesn't move like it used to show it, only slight jerks from the fingers. In the background, drawings surface : an old woman using a stick is smiling, a boy in his bed craving for a story, a dinner shared by a family, a baby laughing, a girl with a ring, a man standing and a woman crying, one after the other, all surface from darkness. I feel nothing. A light pinch of heart maybe. My eyes fall to come back to the showthing , the head still clouded. A dot made of black adorns its left forearm. A shadowy shape blooms on the left side of his chest and a flowing raven string grows from the shape, passing by its left shoulder and descending to the dote. The saliva in my mouth builds up simultaneously, boiling, becoming steam and hot foam. It hurts ! My throat is burning, my limbs are trembling, my eyes are bulging and only whining is breaking. A white liquid comes out from the string by steady leaks. Each of them increases the pulsation I go through and colors start to taint my eyes : blue, green, red and blue, in cycle, stain my beautiful darkness, I can't see anymore...
Oh. Too much happiness in my blood caused my heart to go boom.
