Keith Kuzmitski:  

Part of the new book i am writing. "Maelstrom to the abyss" by keith kuzmitski DATE: 02/29/2008 16:19:07 / MOOD: dont know MAELSTROM TO THE ABYSS " the ways of god in nature, as in providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we fram in anyway commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and searchableness of his works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of democritus" -Joseph Glanville- Monday may 15, 2006With the night rain, brought the urge to prowel the diverging streets and alleys of which i have recently become acustom too in the historic distric of the small subburban town i now find myself inhabiting. For the time its suitable but nauseating. Stepping out into the humid night air, still sweet with the smell of the recently fallen rain. The bright waxing moon catches my eye above the towering weeping willow in the park across from my dwelling. The willow dances gently under the calm night breeze coming off the river, Giving sign of the calm before the storm. Fastening my thick woolen overcoat tighter, I make my way down the steep road two houses east of my residence. The clicking of military dress boots on asphalt echos off the granite wall running along the nearby train tracks. Slipping into the shadows under the farside of the trainbridge, I make my way down the nearest alley between the local watering hole, and an antiquities dealer. Avoiding the passing night time filth, and degererets that linger about, then slip silently on into the night, like discarder rubbish floating by in the gutter on a trickle of liquid. The thought of having to make small talk or the polite smile and head nod makes my head throb, with pain.Then to my pleasant suprise the sweet smell of purfume caught my nose, It was very much like that of a girl i once had for dinner in my high school years. But back to my point. She was passing by the street, and proceeded down the ally i was now occupying.Walking twords the young women now seeing she was blonde about 5' 4" about 108 lbs. She was breathing heavy, and walked with an iradict patter. Deeply intoxicated i paid not much attetion to jane we will call her, and scanned both ends of the alley as was 1:45 am andf last call had just passed. Offering a brief moment to collect a piece for the house. As i take my first step past jane, withdrawing the scalpel from my right coat pocket, turning on the ball of my left foot, firmly grasping the warm flesh of her jaw, in my left hand and making the incision from left to right 2" up from the base of the neck. Deep enough the spray of warm fluid from the gushing wound almost muffles her finale weezing gasps of breath.Laying her against the wall still holding tight on her mouth placing enough pressure back to allow the wound to cleanse this vessel of its life. Removing the scalpel from the wound as in all the exitment i drove it clean through the right side of her neck. I begin with plealing back her right cheek from just below the eye to ther base of her jaw, where her neck oh so slightly gurgling now as her heart pumps the last few fruitless beats only assuring death will come swiftly. The warm thick liquid now coating the east wall of the ally and puddling upon the ground, glimerse like onyx in the bright moon light. Quickly I secure away the 2 1/2"x3" piece of flesh from janes right cheek in a piece of news paper, the obituary page from last monday. Containing the posting of the 33 year old woman i left on the bridge looming in the shadows behind me. Carefully folding the paper and placing it into my inside coat pocket just below my heart. Then proping janes now limp lifeless body into the archway of an abandoned electrical shop, located at far end of the alley in view of the river.When i noticed the tattoo on the inside of her left forearm, 3" below the elbow. "MELLISSA 1999"With red roses twisting on vines around it. I quickly begin to peal back 1"x2" piece of flesh from her arm, taking care not to tear or destroy the find. Just as i was preping to make my final cut the low dragging of leather dress shoes approaching from the street side of the alley, catches my attention.With no time to rush off without ruining what i set out to get. My heart jumped into my throat, a hot wave of panic rushes over me, my head pounding with each beat of my heart. I leaned down closer to jane placing her right arm around my neck and placed my lips upon hers.with the salty sweet taste of blood that coats her lips i calm myself down enough to play off the act as real looking as kissing a still warm corpse could be. I can feel the eyes staring through me as I hear the foot steps slow then stop at the top of the alley way. But only for a moment as the foot steps soon begin again and pass.Quickly i finish removing the las 1/2" of the tattoo and slip around the corner, and into the shadows of the over hanging fire escape. Removing the newspaper once more and securing away the new trophy for the collection. I push on back to my home, heading up the next alley and twords the train bridge. As i pass across the street under the bridge, I can hear the same foot steps i heard only moments earlier. Much closer coming twords myself. Tighten up my coat and quicken my pace, passing by the stairs coming down from the train platform. I caught out of the corner of my eye a foot patrolman, walking his beat. I nod politely, and recoil in discust at the brief moment of social graces, trying to hold back my contempt i force out a partial smile.Pushing both hands deep into my pockets i turned the corner and further away from the police man.A wave of release washes over me as i arrive at my front door, and push my way inside. Leaning back upon the door i slump to the floor and remove the dampened newspaper from my coat pocket.. TAking in the musky, sweet smell of the once loiving flesh, and carefully lick clean the blood, tissue pieces from upon my finger tips.A warm rush passes over my body, sending a sense of euphoria through out my body. Blackness takes hold colors blur together, nausea takes over and all fades to black like the endin...Expand for more