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Full Out Mama Bear
My heart is beating off the clock. He is somewhere in here, and he can see better than I can. He may lunge into me at any second. I am holding two weapons, neither good enough. One for slashing, the other for stunning. My throat aches from the loud heartbeats. There is only one sound here, my breathing. I am sure it is loud enough heaven can hear it. What was I thinking? I know what I want to do, but can I? I have never taken a life before, but he killed my baby! I stand in silence, smelling mildew, mold, a dead mouse. “Come on in!” a male voice says. “I am not done killing yet.” “I can hear you BREATHING!” He yells. “Come on in!” I do nothing, angry as hell now. Wanting him to suffer. He comes around the corner. Electricity zaps hm. I leap on him and slap the butcher knife down hard onto his neck. His eyes roll back. His body makes a loud long shushing sound. I am not satisfied. I keep chopping and slashing and smashing. When I am finished God would have trouble putting him together. My full mama bear came out. I walk home, bloody and bleeding. My neighbors cheer as I pass. Two cops arrive an hour later. No one saw anything. To this day that 1984 murder is an open case.
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