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Deep Inner Pain (Free verse) by razorgrin

Blood is running down my arm as tears mirror the path down my cheeks. Crimson pools form in the cookie batter as I look down at the box of plastic wrap, which is sitting innocently on the counter. My eyes narrow as I see the printing, a blasphemy against all that is true and good. I raise my voice as only those truly wronged can do: " 'New! Safety Cutting Blade', my ass!" I cry as I throw the Saran wrap box across the room. An arc of my blood spattering the floor. The cookies may be a while longer

razorgrin 9-Dec-02/12:09 PM
you were laughing while it was going on just as much as i was.




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