He didn’t particularly like being dead. But he understood one thing-he liked the idea of death. He tried it several times. Always reaching the end of gullet and then coming out as the regurgitation. He savored its taste like someone savoring chocolate. He once slit his throat. Watching the blood he cried in ecstasy. Again, he tried drowning in the pool. Watching his own breath flutter made butterflies flutter in his stomach. He liked gulping his puke and drank his blood (oozing from his wrists) as booze. And whenever you tried getting close to him, he infected you as well. He became a living zombie. Though he never had the gut to die…

~~ Surabhi Gupta