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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