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The Box Cutters
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Horror, And Gloom night after night,
him and his wife
flowers and patches of skin
covered by caked masacra.
camolflage the bruises.
he drew a smile on the duct tape
that covers her mouth.
keeps interuptions at a minimum.
she shutters as his hands lift,
"only checking the knots" he reply's.
"not yet! time is not an issue".
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razorblade fantasy's
manifesting an illusion.
she dripped a mess on his marble floor
as he gashed into her milk flesh more
squirting blood on the window
he rips off the tape from her face
she takes a deep breathe and say's....
"don't stop.. don't stop.. Do continue!"
