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A Surgeons Butchery (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Withered bones rattle while an old woman watches blood slowly seep from her lovers stomach. Her eyes follow the movement of the switchblade, watching her lovers life fade as the mad surgeon slices lesions all over soft flesh. Pupils go wide, terror stiffens her entire body, while the surgeon closes his black bag and departs, leaving the screen door swinging, echoing the shrill screams bidding him farewell.

Fear of Garbage 21-Aug-03/7:03 PM
i felt like i was reading a story when i read this, i'm not sure if that's good or bad.
not big on the way it begins. it seems too jumpy and not in the good way.




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