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Claudia
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Monologues of A Schizophrenic She was left behind, alone with me in a
motel with vacant rooms just like our
hearts.
Stood in front of the mirror putting on
her make-up for the third time tonight;
her body still moist from the shower
she had just taken before being left…
she wanted to stay and chose not to go!
I felt the chemistry when we inhaled the
poison earlier that night when she first
came in the room. Four people, four
zombies…two left, two stayed!
The time our story began this night was
at three in the morning; the witching
hour, she giggled when I said,
“Come here and sit next to me.”
We were both in heat, I could smell her
sex.
She said what I thought sounded like,
“Fuck that fool!” Then laughed out
loud in a sinister way while staring at
the direction of the bathroom; no one
was there, which actually heated me up
more to ravage her body like a beast in
the wild.
Her stare was now on me, as she slowly
swayed her body like a serpent to the
side of the bed I laid in, to the sound of
nothing she moved, but I’m sure there
was something playing in her head.
There was music playing in my head.
She sat next to me, but wasn’t sure who
I was? Am I? Or where she was? I don’t
think she knew herself that night either.
My mind gone, blown away; lust and the
desires of the flesh have filled my heart
with filth—Orgies in Moloch’s name; the
dirty women of the night still give me the
best love money can’t buy.
I heard voices also that night. At first
whispers, then louder to hear the sound of
a noun, and as I laid there naked I heard a
voice say, “Take her! Be with her!’ I laid
with her, the room was dark, but I could
feel demons breathing down my neck as I
position myself behind her; her warmth,
my thrust, her moans, my groans, more,
more, she wanted more, I wanted to score!
Her kisses were gentle as if she shared
them with precision; every move she made
was calculated.
“Claudia!” Now I remember her name—
it’s just a coincidence that I happen to know
another lady name Claudia who also is a
diagnose Schizoid! She’s very down to earth,
Oxycodone down!
She talks to herself, I do too! So convincingly
that in-between our conversation we were
politely interrupted by a third-party who was
not present joins in our conversation. A quick
interruption that caught her attention, laughed
and said, “You’re stupid, leave us alone.”
The fact that she was speaking to no one wasn’t
my concern; I was bothered by the interruption,
which I took as disrespect!?
She sense my jealousy towards no one in
particular; she taught that was sweet of me, and
we had sex again, again, and again—
Claudia let out her last sigh after she was
finished, said something like ‘Thanks’ with her
face in the pillow, I think simultaneously she
fell asleep and began a heavy snore….
We were both dead, barely alive, on a wired
theory of immortality. I couldn’t speak, no
sound came about, I thought, “Can the voices in
our heads carry conversations for us without
moving lips and tongue…telepathy?
Our breaths ran short, my last sigh was also my
last breath with Claudia; loving a schizophrenic
can become a mental challenge, just ask both
Claudia’s!
