The blade cut deep
She died laughing
Death was a relief
Unlike her life
Riddled with betrayal
He noticed no blood flowing from her hateful body
He was always sure she was bloodless
She certainly lacked all human feeling
But even a bitch like her would possess some blood
He bent down to check just as she was rising
Something in his brain registered
Sudden disbelief, sudden shock
Words in mouth froze
As total shock shook his entire being
The knife entered his neck
Spurting blood in all directions
His fingers tried to stem the flow
She watched him
Fascinated at the pattern, he was painting
So strange she thought
He always said she was the bloodless fucker.
Comments3
An upper-class comment: 'Bit of a spiffing bad day there, old chap, what?!' lol.
It's Mondays, sends people nuts.
I liked how graphic/ dark it was. Good write!
It is a bit tasty.
ha! great twist
(that's why in all my horror dreams
I play the role of the sniper
so, from a distance
I riddle corpses with a whole magazine full of holes, before
considering its no longer a threat...
or more often, I'm the one running
until I awake from the nightmare, never looking back..
I'm telling you,
if they had an Olympics for dreams, I would consider myself in with a genuine chance, at the marathon) lol
sorry, I wanted to respond in a humorous fashion
at least initially, just to help offset the dire seriousness
in what your writing portrays..
there is so many levels, I could identify with
and yet, I doubt I have even scratched the surface;
topics, such as the insightful commentary on male/female relationship dynamics in modernity,
or how, with the extinction of our collective moral compass
and the vile 'warping' of woman's fight for equality and empowerment they deserve;
is disgustingly being corrupted in the everyday violence we're being inundated with, and far worse
is fast becoming an accepted form of communication in peoples relationships,
growing worse at a frighteningly alarming rate...?!
yeah, this is a subject for an entire book of study or Poetry
but at least your Bold and Timely write, is insuring
this is one less thing we can act ignorant, about...
(thanks for sharing
such a meaningful write)
I always have those dreams, usually at four in the morning, or the drone zone as I call it.
I've always thought at the time I should get up and write my thoughts, but then I think I'll remember them later, which never happens.
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