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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.

Jeremi B. Handrinos 22-Aug-03/1:43 AM
That was rushed and unprofessional, I know because, I've had dinner twice. with the actor that plays Doctor Giggles. Killing's only fun if one takes their time.




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