I am 
fragmenting glass 
sharp, smooth 
subtle pain.
I cut you 
slowly – 
you don’t realize 
at first 
how deep ‘till 
your blood flows 
deep, thick, 
full 
and I kill you with 
my shards 
piece by piece 
cold, heartless 
torture 
without sound 
without care.
Monday, April 5, 2010
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