I didn't know who I was dating.
I thought I did.
I didn't.
He was too kind to do what he did to me.
Too... innocent.
I never thought anything of it, of what he could do to me.
And what he did do to me.
He grabbed me, threw me on his coffee table.
He killed me.
Possibly the most painful way anyone could go.
He cut me up.
As if I was a meal he was cooking.
First my fingers. That was the least painful.
It was quick. My death wasn't.
Then, my feet, my arms.
After my legs were gone, I was too.
Thank God.
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Blood
HorrorMark smells something strange in his shower. -----------‐------------------ A collection of short poems including Blood, Love You To Peices, and many more! Playlist credit: @SkullantacySmith
