Self Mutilation

literary food for thought. Self Mutilation: (ah bet thar iz an app for that!) within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir" sans wardrobe alcove where dust bunnies didst allures completing a simple task among my never ending (Matthew's) list of domestic chores this undertaking engaged thankfully while completely clothed, and scrounging on all fours nonchalantly picking up scattered detritus including food crumbs potential critters hors d'oeuvres the spouse (ideally seated on this same swivel chair dashing off these lines linkedin with this Macbook Pro) - housing at least four scores of word documents, she espied the cheeky opportunity that triggered many wars within arms length the taut outline of me 'lil derriere - re: rear end temporarily dormant versus when flatulence roars - posterior flank hie could not de fend she playfully poked her finger that didst dis send within close vicinity of sphincter, where rectal turgid business height tend (most likely this husband not alone getting tushy twerked) inn me own coal less cents great movements got made jabbing ma bung hole while i happened to be "blindly" groping upon darkly cutout cubby hole i.e. without wearing bifocals/ spectacles - envision a human mole thus amply qualified her role to be literal and figurative pain in the ass vole, where much to my horror a flash of red hot poker blind momentary rage, did lash out at me, when aye espied a kitchen knife and acted rash (how cutlery got in closet floor a minor mystery and potential topic de jure for another poem) to brandish sharp edge around abdominal area grabbed handle with left hand, thence commenced to slash rhythmically thwacking wrist of right hand then quickly dropped sharp implement (as like a man momentarily possessed) before rendering permanent harm with a river of blood to wash.