I dreampt that I was back at my
house in Connecticut. I stood in the den, which had a linolium floor, looking
out the door which lead out to our deck. The air had the vibrant feel of
death in it, and a sweet, sickly smell made the air thick. It was sunny
out, and lying on the deck was a flesh colored cake, sitting in a pan,
being warmed over by the sun. I sat reflecting on all my children that
had died (I should point out here that my waking self has never had children,
or been pregnant), and how their bodies were becomming one with the Earth.
I thought over how they had grown inside of my body, and rotted there.
The sun began to set, and I tried to make myself accept that my husband
wouldn't be comming back for me.
I cut into the cake, and examined
it in the last rays of the sun. Tiny pearlescent spheres glittered in the
body of it, and I heard the buzzing of flies in the distance. I ate it,
thinking how disturbingly sweet it was. A voice above me called, "It's
because you're not human anymore". I woke with the flavour still in my
mouth, and could not help but shudder. |
Who
is Erik?