I love him.
And yet, I could cut him open
The blood drawing crimson patterns on the mosaic floor
The air smelling of severed flesh somewhat like a fish market
The disbelief in his eyes
Clenched fists, limbs stuttering, indistinct words drowned in the faint screams
A strange longingness to live
I could watch it all
I could watch it all, like I watched the lives die, every time I went to the meat shop
I could watch it all, till the last drop of blood, till the last fight for life
And yet I'd love him...
And yet, I could cut him open
The blood drawing crimson patterns on the mosaic floor
The air smelling of severed flesh somewhat like a fish market
The disbelief in his eyes
Clenched fists, limbs stuttering, indistinct words drowned in the faint screams
A strange longingness to live
I could watch it all
I could watch it all, like I watched the lives die, every time I went to the meat shop
I could watch it all, till the last drop of blood, till the last fight for life
And yet I'd love him...
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