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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.

Joe-joe 22-Aug-03/8:21 AM
Dreamster,

This work captures the essence of a cold and calculating killer. Your use of surgeon as killer brings this point home quite well and I did get a feel for the terror of it all. However, I have seen you bring words together in a more fluid and tastey fashion. Not your best but still good. P.S. I gave serious thought to your last message to me regarding the need to open up and just let it out. You were right. On the way to work this morning while in the midst of a traffic jam (i'm in New York City) I came up with something that I posted earlier this morning. Take a look see and let me know what you think. Joe.




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