dimanche 11 octobre 2009 14:57
as i sat there bored by the sluggish attitude of the boy, as my eyes slowly protested to clamp shut with lethargy, my mind was suddenly perked by the sudden gush of iron tasting liquid in my mouth.
i wasn't sure what to do, but simply walked calmly to the toilet and locked the door. next thing i know, i was staring at a puddle of rich, red spit in the sink. and then there was more, as i spit splatter after splatter for nearly fifteen minutes.
no amount of water from the tap seemed to be able to rid the sickening shade of red that had manifested half of the whiteness in the porcelain sink.
at first i thought i was vomiting blood, amusing myself whilst being shocked that probably the kid had pissed me till my veins burst. and then there was the gushing of the tap, again and again, repeatedly, until the sink no longer glistened in red, until i rinsed my mouth clear of blood.
maybe i hadn't been sleeping enough, maybe the weather's too hot for me to take. i don't know.
or maybe it's because of the recent alcohol binge.
Libellés : ALFRED, freak accidents
