In the half-empty room, a lamp from a zippo lighter was burn..
Published: June 3rd 2024, 2:16:35 am
In the half-empty room, a lamp from a zippo lighter was burning. In the dim light, my lover was on his knees. And... Crying. Weeping and singing, leaning over his arms crossed in a boat. At the time, I thought the scene was like something out of Lord of the Rings. Like some fucking important elf had been eliminated , and now they were mourning him in an incomprehensible language. Actually, from this joke in my head, I started to laugh. He turned round and then, with his red eyes from tears, he launched into such a wild confession that all I had to do was just stand there and listen. He told me that he'd been waiting for us to get married, that he'd prepared the ring, that of course he wanted me. He wanted, but not like this... That now we'd committed a terrible thing. A real sin. We'd committed homicide. Then he finally showed me our victim. He held his semen in his boat hands. He invited me to mourn the terrible crime with him. Cuz the sin was kind of common.
A mistake indeed, I thought. And that night I left to Warsaw. Sitting in the plane, I thought about that’s not God-pleasing business, to bend under men. The soul is no matter, let them look at the body.
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