Let’s step off the path and head somewhere a little darker, shall we…
GENESIS 3:4 –
I watch in horror as blood erupts from my gut.
It spills down my leg, splattering the pavement at my feet as the beast plunges his taloned fist into my exposed abdomen. The asphalt becomes a sanguine torrent of liquid black as my poisoned vital fluids flee their undesirable shell, choosing instead to disappear into the cracks of the darkened alley.
Since I’ve spent so much of my time here over the years acting out my version of a life lived on the edge, I suppose it’s only fitting that here in this alley is where I find my own end.
Blood oozes over the band of my jeans as a new warmth spreads from my groin, wetting the denim and filling the air with the acrid scent of urine. Razor-sharp fingernails slice effortlessly through the toilet-paper-thin walls of my innards as he buries his hard, calloused fist inside me. I feel his fingers grabbing at my insides — searching.
Like a deadly eel darting in and out of its lightless coral care, his long tongue slithers from between cracked and gruesome lips. I’ve seen this face before and felt his tongue against my skin. It is warm, nearly comforting in its familiarity. The tip slaps against my face lapping up nervous sweat, consuming my wet fear like so many times before.
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