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Running Across It

There you are,
your knife in your hands
you can feel the handle
resting in your palm
and you feel
the edge as you 
run your finger across it
hard enough
to scrape the dead skin
off you finger tip.

Your whole body shakes
in anticipation,
waiting for the lights
        to go out.....
         Click!

Easing your way
through the yard
you pick up scents
from the multitude of flowers
and the musty smell of dew.
Then as you cut the screen
in a window
you hear each wire ting
as they break.
Slithering through
the screen
   you feel
another rush as 
adrenaline
    mixes with
        your blood,
barely breathing
I sneak into
the upstairs bedroom,
closing the door behind me.

You feel your head lighten
and your sight becomes 
 crystal clear
as you feel another rush
move through your body,
     sending tingles
all throughout it.

You spot some locks
    of her hair laying nappily
on her pillow,
     almost hovering
you move closer,
       almost without touching
you tangle your fingers
   in her hair,
            take a deep breath,
and with all your strength
   you yank the hair,
snapping the head back,
         you stare into her eyes
                                as they open, 
first showing bewilderment,
     then they widen,
           showing fear
                 as they focus on me......
             Ssinktt!
is all that is heard
as you push the knife
     into her neck
          from left to right,
you can feel it cut the skin
    as it passes through
and you watch as
       life leaves her eyes
            Aahhh!!
Feel that rush
   as every cell
in your body tingles
         and you feel
             the jagged edge
                   of your knife
tear the flesh
          as you rip it out.

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