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A few smiles

The eyes meet

We retreat

To my home

She smokes the bone

All on my phone

Her life on loan

In the kitchen

It starts

The smile fades from my lips

A darker tone

She feels alone

Now regretting coming back to my home

Sideways glance

Towards the door

She’s hoping for a quick exit

But we both know

How it will go

As I empty her of guts and shit

I reach down

She starts to frown… Fingers go in

Standing on her tippy-toes

Spasms, death throws

Color drained from her face

On my knees I have a taste

Standing on her tippy-toes

Spasms, death throws

Color drained from her face

On my knees I have a taste

Of her ripped anus

My crimes so heinous

Her frantic gasps

My crazed laughs

Crawling on the floor

Beaten

But she still needed more