Le Cache- Cache

He always stood there motionless with face as if deep in thought.
Cursed!
Silver man on a platform crowded with fragile boards.
At first I thought that not breathing, is dead and his body stuffed with straw.
Once I even swore that I do not go away until he fall over, until even his eyelid twitch.
First I gave up.
I passed him, never indifferent.
And he continued undeterred my attitude.
In the spirit I decided to check his mortality.
No, I do not shoot him.
I thought that it's too long.
My whole childhood. Until today.
Today I am twenty-seven years and continues to be persistent, patient.
Dead?
Gutted and placed instead of another monument.
Alive?
Then he must eat and drink or breathe.
My mom has a picture where he is in different position.
And she believes that he is a true man.
She even showed an interview with him two years ago.
So he is alive.
And masterfully mastered the art of dying.
Today I passed him when was no one, at night.
I stopped, put hands deep into pocket.
I put the collar and the moonlight illuminated our faces.
- Are you alive? - I asked, not waiting for an answer.
I smiled.
I was losing him, first lightly.
And when there was no reaction- harder.
He staggered forward and backward.
Fell to the ground.
I loud laughter.
Soon, however, fell silent.
Do not tremble.
Not at all.
Poking his cheek.
Nothing.
As the madness I broke up clothes from his body and saw the chest zipper.
Zipper clenched and stopped.
I opened his chest.
You know what was inside?
How do you say it.
Nothing extraordinary.
Viscera.
Human.
Truest.
Just as if rotten.
Withered.
Stale.
But human, I swear.