The butcher,

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 11, 2012

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Submitted: January 11, 2012



with an obsurd lack of grip on reality,
his days were filled with an insufficience of morality,
he'd spend his time cutting flesh of bones, an admirer of antiquity,
the acts he carried out, he never did so deliberately,
but when he felt that surge of power,
when in his hands,
he felt her neck cower,
it was a feeling that was a speciality,
the thrill he gained, the action allowed him clarity,
which he found, more and more recently,
to be an emotion, a feeling that was always foregone to anxiety.

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