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I always try to feel the plump skin split.

But never can, it all happens to quick.

I feel the shove through muscle though, after.

 

There’s something sickly sweet about the smell

The fear hanging limply, my joy and sweat.

 

Silence, and you can hear their organs squish.

I move. No sound. And then I strike.

No ugly screams, just the golden silence.

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wow.

 

Pictures deadly stilleto dance in dark alleys.

 

wow.

 

Pictures the eyes focused on THE spot of skin, dimpled between vertebrea, the only thought - will I feel anything but grating bone?

 

wow....

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Like what Arch said, it makes me think of a serial killer...only a specific one, cause I don't think his victims made a sound. Jack the Ripper. *shudders* Very good, and very creepy Gwai. :D

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I like the imagery this connects with a peach, for me. Like ripping open a sweet fruit, the fruit of your labor, albeit somewhat gruesome. Silence always offers a fulfilling finality. Good. I miss reading you.

 

-Icarus

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