The Lipless Smile



January 21, 1973

Today is my birthday and as a present my family gave me a journal in which they told me to record my life for the sake of others. I don’t think they knew what happened to make me write down my horrid life in the pages of a book to be forever feared.

February 18, 1973

Today I will recount the horrid experiences my family consists of, my father, my mother and my two brothers. My father, who is known to grin with chagrin when he kills. For he never fully understands how one can dispose of life so easily. My mother, was known as the laughing lady until she met her untimely end at the hands of my father. Who upon realizing my mother’s mirth at his failure grinned from ear to ear and enjoyed himself so much that my mother was the resultant victim of his critic. For he can never succumb to emotion he only rises above it. Then there are my two brothers, conjoined twins in fact that go by the name of the mirthful mortals. They also knew much humor, but I, I could only smile. I could only smile when the others were laughing, for I was deaf.

April 24, 1973

My brothers did everything together in mind and in body, and their victims, their victims were always a pair of a boys or a pair of girls. For the boys my brothers would drive a stake through the skull of one conjoining it to the other. But for the girls they waxed their hair then melted the two together joining their hair into a melted blob. But the world is so quiet. I only hear myself screaming, begging to be heard.

April 27, 1973

I cannot laugh, only smile. They know this well. But they have fixed me. I can now always be smiling. I have lost my lips.

The Blank Slate