Thursday, October 8, 2009

Mummy's Boy

Male, thirty-two, pale, immobile, naked, soaked in a tub. Mummy keeps me close to her, away from young ladies who loved me. After that day, today, everyday, Mummy smiles at me, sings for me, speaks to me. That day, my Mummy killed me. Male, thirty-two, suffocated, dead, preserved, still loved.

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