Though the whispers entered my ear
The sound of crunching bone filled with tears
I still kept walking and insisting
That what i was thinking, wasn't coexsisting
Louder and louder as i feel my self jump
The silent but deadly feel of the thump
An axe right through the middle of my eyes
Feeling the blade crunch my insides
Ripping from the front of the face
He popped the blade right into place
Licking its edges with all his might
Stabbed me with his butcher knife
and as Im slowly dragged from my unforgiving place
A butterfly lands right on my fucking bloody face
Author notes
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A contest entry
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1322 points, ended September 12, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Wow
Well done, great rythm, great imagary, didn't see picture but can see this. I seldom come across such gory writes, BRILLIANT.
Ami Amour
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hmmmm, oddly humorous.
I like the tempo of this as well as the grimer immagery, in ways it steeps in stephen king.
I would howerer, cap the i/I....
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haha lol the ending was awesome.
great write. good luck....
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