“Call me Fishmeal…”
“Shut up, you
fuck.”
They continue to
work on what is left of my legs. I lost
the sensation of pain long ago. They
just seem to be enjoying their job, adding more chum to the bucket. I don’t recall losing my hands. At that point I believe they were feeding me
my balls – an experience I am glad I will never relive.
“Can’t believe
this prick is still talking…”
My greatest
moment was biting the nose off of one of them.
It was salty with a warm, coppery chaser.
They left my
eyes. They wanted me to watch.
“Tell her that I
love her…”
“Tell her in hell,
asshole. The whore’s next.”
There is a
tugging somewhere inside of me.
“Gawdamn!”
There is a light
above me, I think, but in the darkness I find a welcome friend. She wraps her cold arms around me and I kiss
her goodnight.
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