Dr Heckle
It slipped through the skin
Taut from fear
Like Knife through well skin
Holding our breaths in unison
yours in fear
mine something else
Palpating blood
trickles through my steady hands
As serrated edge cuts deeper
Blood waterfall
Gurgling
as you slump towards the floor
and the voice inside
growls more
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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