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Have you ever considered the enormity of what we do?

I mean – really?

 

Teeth.

Clean, sharp, practised teeth.

Teeth tearing skin.

 

Teeth tearing warm, smooth, living skin.

Human skin.

Breaking veins, ripping tendons, insides – out.

 

The moment of incision – raw messy, sweet – is its own immortality.   Pressure of enamel on flesh, inexorable jaw closing on fragility.   Skin dimpling, deepening, giving – finally, finally… failing.  

 You feel surprise, confusion, light-headedness, panic, nausea, fury, and base, bloody terror.

I feel thrill, hunger, simplicity, wonder.   Pleasure in the skill – and satiation in the kill.

That release: warm cloth unzipped, slick red silk spilling beautifully, joyously.   Scratch the surface, and sudden, steely horror escapes, the hidden crimson life-force revealed, blood curdling as it hits air and realization and you taste fear and I taste…

It’s a mere catch of breath, time as bite-sized, a second both held immemorial and yet so fast, you had no time to scream.

So I had seconds.

Ah.

If only this had been Brix.

 

NEXT ENTRY…

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2 Comments

  1. We don’t know if we’re supposed to be repulsed or turned on by this one. So we’re going for both.

  2. You seem to have a flair for making the act of killing sound sort of beautiful. Does that make you weird, or me?! =)


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