Untitled 6

Walking the streets of Vienna
smelling everything in his path
fine clothes and elegant smiles
over damp roads and rotten fruits
Leading his soul to unquenchable thirst
for something he can never have
always within reach
but never to be acquired

Unsettling and unnerving at the same time
Scent blends into colors
He closes in on the real target
the blonde in gold trinkets
She was a fine specimen
as if God pad his full attention
should complete a commoner's day
of working in the fields
to see her walk by
during the afternoon break

An entourage of torn souls
following her footsteps
as he follows her with his gaze
Soon they depart
and she alone walking by herself
as her scent fills the whole of Graben
Gentlemen offer the purest
act of worship to the demigod in her
whether by lust or be resentment
And the ladies offer the worst
smirks and thoughts of revilement
whether by jealousy or insecurity
But his offer is of surrender
in clenched fists and gritting teeth
in his mind coupled with quiet steps
One by one advancing towards her rear
An act itself
of clarity and enlightenment
of heavens speaking
and sweetest music playing

He closes in
studying his prey
sniffs every bit
of her soul and spirit
She was unaware
under her own blank snare
as she contemplates
her coming nuptial
caressing the ring
in her left finger
of white dresses and flowers
Almost there
Her fiancé will be here tomorrow
as they fulfill their vow
to be with each other
in happiness and in sorrow

An inch in between
his nose and her hair
He imagines what will happen
Grab her by the head
Keep her mouth shut
Break the neck
Pull her out of the night

A second later
he does this
in a split second
she was his

He leaves no trace
as he sucks the life out of her
and a presumptuous scare
being her last emotion
and she slips into oblivion
Sleeping quietly under the shadow
of Palais Equitable's open window
little did she know
the great charity endowed
as he leaves no trace
of the deadly embrace
now he has to race
had to leave the place
carrying her dead body
to a distant shanty
unbeknownst to anybody
a dark sanctuary

The smell grows thicker
of her dying slumber
Now he begins the process
of reconstructing in the aether
her soul and essence
trapped in her scent
He filters all unwanted variables
collects the rest with his crucible
Smiling at the rigidity in bereavement
and the delicate nature of the experiment
Slow and steady
hands never shaky
tired and weary
But now closer to infinity

He notices her ring
studies it
Eighty liras maybe
could be too dangerous
for an identifying object
He throws it away
Far into the night sky
a distant ring heralds it's downfall
now a forgotten lullaby

And so it is done
an ounce of liquid
trapped in a vessel
he holds in his hand
The scent is there
contained forever
As he contemplates
the nature of our anatomies
How a small vial
can contain such fecundity
Of what constitutes
our sense of self
Of what we see
in mirror
Of who we speak to
when we are alone
All of it
in a singularity of sorts
A triumphant imagery
of a scientific ecstasy

No he walks away
to greet the dawn
thanking his maker and muse
for a job well done
The rest is dumped on the furnace
the treasure in his pocket
Nobody seems to notice
another missing figure
from a dense city like this
He knows in his heart
as with the latest to depart
her life was not wasted
in the interest of objective inquiry
to which she unknowingly participated
Then he shall impart
the knowledge to the next generation
of seekers and sages
who require the sacrifice
from the rest of mankind
From geniuses like him
and the chosen like her
Both their kinds
are supposed to be venerated
and supported
and respected
But for now
everything has to be done
in the spirit of a dark secret
For if the masses knew of it
his kind shall face
the untimely death
Just like he did
with his test subject