Him
It's quite dark.
This part.
At least.
I killed him.
While bringing him to his knees.
Let's start!
One by one I fill...
A bucket of dismembering.
A bucket full of blood and gory.
Some think it's quite sickening!
Just like me.
Yet I don't know why,
Why I don't stop.
His legs are off...
His body cold...
One by one, his hands are sold.
Then his toes...
Then his head...
After that I throw him...
I throw him in the bin.
-Alley
Copyright © Alexandria Palms | Year Posted 2016
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