The Box Cutters

Horror, And Gloom

night after night,

him and his wife

flowers and patches of skin

covered by caked masacra.

camolflage the bruises.

he drew a smile on the duct tape

that covers her mouth.

keeps interuptions at a minimum.

she shutters as his hands lift,

"only checking the knots" he reply's.

"not yet! time is not an issue".


razorblade fantasy's

manifesting an illusion.

she dripped a mess on his marble floor

as he gashed into her milk flesh more

squirting blood on the window

he rips off the tape from her face

she takes a deep breathe and say's....

"don't stop.. don't stop.. Do continue!"

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