K A L O P S I A

SEVENTEEEN

That's when the nightingale
started to cried

It started with her eyes
oceans dripping over her cheeks
drowning her mouth and hands
a skeletal hand clamped across her lips

Her entire body convulsed
her heartbeats stopped
and her mind began to grow heavy
and escape out every exit in her head

Her eyes
her mouth
her ears

She was drowning
in tears
like the prostitute had in blood

What was this?

Her monster
stood over the body and checked for a pulse
he was also covered in blood
his back facing his nightingale
still oblivious to any company

What had she done?

What had she stepped into?

Why was she not delighted?

Why did this not make her want to fuck her monster like before?

Why was she so shocked?

Why was she crying?

She had seen many bodies before
they had watched them with glassy dead eyes
as the two lovers worshipped each other's bodies
even let the corpses join in occasionally

But this?

There was no coming back from this
no way to remotely enjoy the prostitute's dead body

Bile rose in her throat
she was going to throw up
everything inside her body
her stomach
intestines
heart
lungs
teeth

Everything
till she was a deflated balloon