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The Tomato Slicer
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The Tomato Slicer |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
silk, it was, that slit the fingers half-frayed and bloody flesh like ham pulsing red and white and unbuttoned the blade sunk into it like cheese but slid through like milk slick with liquid exactness did it cut a nerve or lung or vertebrae that kept the victim standing still with empty pleasure deep set in eyes? and a smile: smug? vacant? accidental? warm dark ropes spilt fresh over the wrist where muscles twitched and artery shoved up more of plasma, water, and secretions unspeakable rushing through the hand with open palm, open skin. Remarkable really, how perfectly the dermis came untied. So they all stood staring at the extraordinary line, Puddle spreading at their feet. Someone in short distance calls for the hospital, a mop; tells the new girl to wash the tomato slicer. |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Ooooh...  Excellent descriptions! I liked it a lot! sp |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
you are tough -  I can't watch myself get a needle - but yor writing is so compelling all I can say is "Wow" |
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