” The Tools”

And little by little the knife went cutting through the flesh. It wasn’t fresh anyway, but you still could sent the smell of blood. It was all set in a table and the tools were all displayed in a perfect design, like if it wasn’t there by accident, or just because they had to be, they were displayed in the most perfectly way possible. When the body got on the table, there were still life running through it’s veins, but soon it started to get tired and finally was just a body. It was still fresh, but you couldn’t see anymore movement, maybe a blink of an eye, but it also could be imagination. Only knifes were used to actually cut it, but smaller tools as scissors and tweezers were also used to take off what it wouldn’t be need. When the first cut were made, you could hear a sight, showing there, in that body there were still life, but the knife was so precociously that soon, the flesh that might could be fresh, wasn’t anymore. Scissors just cut the nails and hair really short, nails were so short that if the body was alive, it would hurt for a couple of days until it grows again, the light pink nail polish would crack in every slice of nail the scissor would cut, some of the cracks fall in the floor or just would fit in the cracks of the wooden table, cracks into cracks. Finished with the nails, scissors went to the head… all the hair was cut, (even a little miss cut behind the ear left an open little wound if it was alive),but the rest it went all fine, you still could see some hair, like entrance, but was OK, it was done. For the lips, it was used a small knife, very sharpened, so cut could be precisely, lips was thrown away in a big bucket right beside the table, you could see the teeth, but it wasn’t scary or disgusting. On the forehead was made a small cut right in the middle in a shape of an “x”, then with a pointed object that i don’t remember the name, it knocked a couple times in order to break the skull. it was so small that you couldn’t say it was a whole in there. Ears and eyes were taped with a silverish cloth… nothing was made with them. Cheeks were sliced in very thin layers were, if you look closely, it would remind you shades of windows. Nothing was made on the neck, chest was left intact as well arms and legs. On the left side of the chest though, it took the most sharpened knife and little by little, you could actually hear the sound of the cutting, slowly, harmful less, there was no life there anymore, it cut until it reach the Heart. This yes, was alive, beating fast. It took the knife out. The Heart could stand the pain, but you knew it wouldn’t be for longer. Here comes a sharper and longer knife, crossing the wound already opened, it stuck really slow, again, into the chest, until it finds the Heart. It was done. The Heart was gone. Slowly beating, it was stopping, tired of fighting, tired of beat. Gracefully, the tools were cleaned, the blood was dry, it needed to be washed on hot water, the blood was hot again, but this time, with no Heart. The thing were left there, the tools were well wrapped and kept in a box where was written “Tools”. It left, with no coming back. And the Heart and its all together were left there, drying as it all was for its entire life.

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