Stiletto

I do know that people gossips about my leg, they look sadly at me and wonder how I lost it. It was five or six years ago. There was an unusual Winter: many rains which ended into floods. Out town infrastructure wasn´t ready for so much water, the floods that we could manage were the tourist in summertime but not the rains. The water came up to our ankles and we lost all that year harvests. However, we just wanted to survive.

Nevertheless, the water wasn´t the worst, but what came with it. Some beings arrived with the floods, they look like humans and hunted us starting with the weakest ones. We lost many kids and old people but they didn´t stop there and continued hunting everybody who was close to the river or to the lighthouse. We wanted to know more about these predators and I tied myself to a harbour´s port. We didn´t know how fast they were, although they pulled my leg out, I could get out alive.

And with one of those creatures with me. During this time, I´m studying and analysing it, getting ready in case they come again. In this year forecast, I´ve told that this coming winter will be an unusual winter.

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I love my job. I´m working in Lost and Found office for ten years so far and I can´t say that this is a monotonous boring task. Every day we receive new deliveries and they always surprise me. It reminds me when our kids committed mass suicide and shortly after, we received nineteen desires to live. These kids should more careful with their belongings.

I also remember when we found out fifteen seven-years-old girls virginities; none of them ever came claiming but their mother came asking about their innocences which never arrived to our office. The rapist should keep them all.

Today, for example, we´ve just received three hearts so it means that we will get some revenges and some desire to live son; nevertheless I´m afraid that almost all will be memories.

Snow is covering the town. All the kids are taking out their gloves, coats and hats from their closets to go out and play. They are making snowmen and fighting in a snow balls war until get exhausted. Shortly after is when I go out and play myself. It´s very late in the night, almost midnight and there is nobody in the streets but me. Then I drive out the town to find a remote park where I can make my own snowmen. I´ve always loved to make them, round, two buttons for eyes, a short stick for nose and inside of them the body of any of my victims. At the end, I use any of their accessory like a scarf, a brooch or whatever to be able to identify them.

I always feel sad when the snow melts but Springtime brings another kinds of satisfactions, in special when police finds out more than ten or twelve bodies.

A constant fighting
Wild lust out of control
Do pray for us.

Just reaching the top
Suddenly I start falling
You are Pandora

Cry out to heaven
For the Malice of your name.
There is no Mercy

No calm after the storm
Forging me with your hammer.
Make me your sword.

Your sweet wild wine
Shed it over my body
Enrapture me