Rabbit mystical
by Lucien Suel
9
A former air running through my skull
while I was watching the tail
resonant leaping rodent. "Lauda Sion
Salvatorem, lauda ducem and ..." The
cries roused me from Laura hypnosis
of Gregorian chant. I tighten my grip
on the neck of the bottle,
shook his head quickly twinkle in his eye
and began running down the aisle
Central. There, Laura struggled in
screaming. The giant rabbit had jumped
on the back and the front legs
scratched deeply. It squeak in
rhythmically shaking his rear.
I've never seen anything like it. I
bent and your left hand, I take
hind legs together. I strongly
straightened by lifting the big
rodent. His belly was cut out of Laure
bloody. One moment, he pedaled in
air crossing the front legs.
Twisting the hindquarters, he tried
drag his hind legs one
against each other to break away from my
hug, but my hand was so tight
around his legs as I felt the bones
caress through the thickness of
fur and flesh. The rabbit was
few more efforts to free himself
looking up but its own weight
paralyzed. After a few moments
he lay still. Only, his ribs
raised slightly in a silent
gentle movement and rhythm. The tips of ears
grazed the ground. I climbed slowly
my arm to bring the neck
rabbit right height. Of all my
forces j'assenai a shot bottle.
The vibration is transmitted along the back
rabbit into my left shoulder.
I knocked again and again, until this
the sloshing of the rabbit's head
apparent that an old rag.
My hands were opened. The corpse and
liter fell. Laura looked down, then
, spanning the mountain of fur, is
pressed against me. I would bury her pale shoulders bare
. My fingers caressed the
furrowed skin of her back, wandering aimlessly in
sticky streaks as it claws
had drawn. I decode the Braille
haem as a blind
touching fingertip writing in pain,
pain of writing. Tears of
Laure moistened my neck. Our lungs were inflated
rhythmically in the silky
tabernacle pneumatic
our breasts pressed together, disturbing sweetness!
Extended behind the altar, Laure is
under a thin blanket of gray cloth
frayed. I left the cube of soap
next to the pool of blue enamel. Water
rosie and frothy, smokes a little.
I cleaned the wounds with affection,
licked the scratches, the body warmed
sore. Gold Wing, it is gold, the ancient verses
bubbling again
on my lips. I hogweed - in hymns and
cantica . The Flemish Giant lies,
glass on the floor. I look
without pleasure. I'll take care of him.
to follow ...
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