his shiny silver blade so sharp it cuts through my epidermis. leaving me to bleed out drops of metal shavings.
slowly oozing out my wounds is every ounce of my being. making sure I'm dead, and gone he slams an ax into my back reaches in, and pulls my heart out.
he couches down in front of me, and with my last breath saws my heart right in half
©bodacious
B