An Interesting Murder
The first wound
slice an peel back
skinning.
Peel away the
skin from the flesh.
The sickly sweet
and putrid oder
fills the room.
It intoxicates me.
only makes me work harder
the warm and cold liquad
dripping down my arm.
all the skin is gone.
The flesh and meat is bare.
slowly I bite.
Incisors clamping
onto the freshly cut flesh.
Pulling it apart i devour
but to fast
it is gone.
I want another
OH how I love oranges!
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