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A flash of white-hot pain as the knife cut once.
The second cut crunched as the blade hit bone.
The third cut was hesitant as doubt crept in.
The fourth and fifth cuts were confident as God reassured me that my decision was a correct one.
If thy right hand offends thee, cut it off – or fingers in my case.
Maybe now I’ll finally be able to resist touching myself.

Be seeing you
JDC

I idly noticed how huge the mouth was as I went in head first.
I felt the pain as the sharp points of its teeth scored my flesh as I slide in.
It bit down once and an explosion of pain triggered the analytical part of my brain into realizing that my legs had probably been severed at the knees.
Looking back, I could see the cloud filled blue sky with a soaring seagull framed momentarily by its scarlet-stained teeth.
I slid back further into the dark quivering flesh tunnel of the great white.
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My ankles broke from the shock of the weight pulling me down, but the cold water quickly sapped the pain.

Jesus, Vincent was mad.

Who knew he was a made man.

The cinder blocks hit bottom sending another searing blast of pain through my shattered ankles.

Brackish water rushed down my throat like God's tears.

When I said what I said, I hadn't realized Vincent's mother really was a whore.

JDC

He awoke slowly staring at the blood covering his hand where it lie on the pillow.

Afraid to move, he could feel her back pressed against his own, but nothing more.

Sour from all the whiskey the night before, his mouth felt thick and his tongue lacked even the simplest dexterity needed to speak her name.

He slowly flexed his hand feeling the tacky stickiness of the clotted blood covering his fingers and prayed his liquor-lost memories held a good reason for this heart-freezing display.

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Some men just need killing.

With deeds so sick that death is the only possible cure.

The only sane response to their heinous and perverse acts is a bullet rattling around their brainpan.

Like the monstrous being who's raped, murdered, and mutilated 14 young girls.

Who violates their flesh with all of the casual disregard that one has when crushing a fly.

Maybe tomorrow that bullet will shut my eyes one last time, but tonight I've already picked out my next playmate.

JDC