Vector

I stepped off the kerb. He lay staring at me with his dead eyes blood trickling down his forehead. The lights started to buzz...whirr of sirens and vehicles...
I live the life of an unwritten elegy frozen meat lying in a heap...the blood and gore. I work in a slaughter house.
The old man played the harmonica...colours flooded the floor...the leper sang "What A Wonderful world" while urinating on the sidewalk and rubbed his stubbed palms together. The street lamp flickered.
"I need to see", the child insisted. The fat man puffed at his cigarette stub. People lined up on the platform. The tunnel walls get garishly illuminated. I saw the angel hovering with his dead eyes fixed on me.
The images pass by - blurred streaks of mangled colours. The girl looked up, eyebrows, earlobes and lips pierced. The wall behind her gives away to a profusion of red. I watch helplessly as she is swallowed by the red abyss. I close my eyes only to open them again. She sits there impassive.