Behind Your Walls

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In the midst of mindless destruction I came upon an image from my past. The sledge hammer crunched it's heft through the concrete and chickenwire into the cavity behind the shower wall. It's woefull mass penetrated the dark dank world behind. When I called off the dogs of destruction I took a knee and peered into the dark hole wondering what lay hidden away from my curious eyes.

A glimmer and a groan came billowing from the hole like the breath of a long dormant mummy jostled from its crypt. Try as I might to discern the vague forms within, the meagre hole was not large enough to slake my thirst for knowledge. Before I could tell them otherwise my arms had readied the sledge for smashing speed, and so I let them to their sinful work. Clouds of decades old plaster and iron mesh rained down into the basin of the bathtub, which screamed as I defiled it's long time confidant and lover, the shower wall. Great heaving blows shook the whole of the home to its footings and then into the bowels of the earth. I was John Henry, the wall was my mountain, and curiosity the machine which I was racing.

What lay behind my dying shower? Who was the last mortal to witness the inner space of watery conduit and perplexing knobs? Those who encased this mystery are lost in the vastness of time awash in the oceans of souls whose secrets are yet to be discovered. Their visages lunged towards me using the dust to grasp my throat, but I was stronger than their whispy rage.

Squinting through the haze I began to understand what I had unleashed. There before me for all the world to look upon was the prize. His legs were bound to the metal skeleton of the old pipes and time had corroded his joints with mounds of rust. Never the less there was strength in him still, I knew this from the banging of his water hammer against the lath and plaster when he was pressured to work. He and I stared into each other deeply. I recognized his form from a long lost album cover. He recognized mine from the ancient memories of his imprisonment.

There we stood a man and his shower assembly roles reversed, he undressed and I covered, both leaking blood and water in little drops below. I knew this moment would come from the moment I first heard this knocking on my walls. Again the arms knew their buisness before I did. I looked down and they were working the hacksaw through his limbs, working for extraction and replacement.

It was over in a minute and we both were better for it. I laid my old discovery against the wall of the shed letting him bleed his last blood on the cold concrete and enjoy the sun for a moment before I laid his corpse upon the heap of his companions and shoved them off to the land fill where they will be entombed once again.