Curtains open / curtains close

Curtains open:

Me: “Slash! Slash! The knives went and hurt me more. I didn’t scream. I didn’t scram. I tolerated. I grit. I cried. And then, I died. I truly died.”

A few members from the crowd clap a couple of times.

Without caring, I continue, “Blood. Scab. Itch. Fear. Despair. All I feel in my lair.”

Thunderous applause.

I know I’ve got their attention. But I choose to end it there. “Thank you all for coming.”

Curtains close.

Somebody good then left the building. And it wasn’t Elvis for sure.

Varun Rajagopalan.

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