The Shallow Diary, Day 4 & 5
MAY 23rd/24th-
Some say they do not collect trinkets and trophies from their victims, some are wrong. I have seen rooms filled with all manner of hubris, all manner of the smug awareness of a conquering race. The human body itself is a special trophy, dressed up in freakish taxidermy shapes. Contorted into ghastly caricatures of life. A silent zoo, filled with dead eye occupants. And though they seem to be dead, a final twist of the knife, if one were to venture close enough to notice. They still breathe, they still see, they still think, trapped in a waking nightmare. Shallow breaths, a slight tremble, the nearly nonexistent rise and fall of the chest. It is always best not to think about the children on display in these macabre circus/museums. Though at night, even the most stone hearted of us, cry ourselves to sleep.
MAY 23rd/24th-
Some say they do not collect trinkets and trophies from their victims, some are wrong. I have seen rooms filled with all manner of hubris, all manner of the smug awareness of a conquering race. The human body itself is a special trophy, dressed up in freakish taxidermy shapes. Contorted into ghastly caricatures of life. A silent zoo, filled with dead eye occupants. And though they seem to be dead, a final twist of the knife, if one were to venture close enough to notice. They still breathe, they still see, they still think, trapped in a waking nightmare. Shallow breaths, a slight tremble, the nearly nonexistent rise and fall of the chest. It is always best not to think about the children on display in these macabre circus/museums. Though at night, even the most stone hearted of us, cry ourselves to sleep.