Beaten

Phil wakes up.

His body lies in bed a while, eyes gazing at the door, the crumple of the pillow partly obscuring their view. The door is white. The pillowcase is white.

Phil wakes up.

His body lies in bed a while, breathing, eyes gently weeping. The breath is black. The tears are black.

Phil wakes up. Every morning.

Every morning Phil wishes he hadn’t.


Phil’s body lurches up and out to the bathroom and through a stop-motion shower and then it drags itself back to the bedroom. In the bedroom Phil’s body manages to pull on some underwear and half a sock and then a system overload causes it to hang.

It breathes. Its heart still. Beating.

It breathes. Its heart still. Beating.

It breathes. Its heart still. Beating.

 

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