My first prose piece in a while
Augustus Libban was found dead in his backyard, choked with his right fist. A few feet from where Augustus had fallen was a bird killed by a glass door and upon death threw its mini organs unto the back porch. Augustus had wished to throw this minor death to the bottom of the trashcan but upon seeing those vehicles of bodily functions splayed on his porch, a challenge was brought forth. Now, Augustus, and most other humans, found it hard to imagine what his innards must look like. The concern was placed entirely on his smooth shell of skin or the white light of his mind. The rest that occasionally issued a gurgle or groan to remind him of there bothersome existence was set aside to textbooks or to be quieted by any assortment of pills. The sight of his own shit was always scandalous to Augustus. He wished to retort with indignation and superiority, “How dare you! You cannot have come from me, I read Nietzsche!”
That is why to Augustus, this bird was a threat. Here lay its life reduced to blood filled sacks, freakishly shaped cell structures and viscous orifices. Augustus could not even begin to identify these objects before him; he only knew this creature was mocking him with its proof of life. Somehow, this insignificant creature made him doubt if anything stirred inside his skin or if he was like the scarecrow. To Augustus the only way to prove he had life on an even grander style than this creature was to pull the pulsing heart and erect it towards the sky. Before his breath was trapped behind his fist, Augustus was almost certain his middle finger had touched his heart’s crown. If he had been able, he would have laughed.
Comments appreciated and greatly desired. I really want this piece to work because its an idea I've had for a while. Thanks for your time.