***razor Thin Slices*** Poem by Kristofer Kries
***razor Thin Slices***
The
Red
Line
Draws
Thin.
The
Slice
The
Cut
Slender.
Slowly
Dripping
To
The
Floor.
Purple
Mannequins
Shut
Their
Eyes.
Much
Too
Painful
To
Be
Seen.
How
Can
Anyone
Stand
Watching
This
Little
Shop
Of
Horrors
Destroy
Itself?
How
Can
Anyone
Stand
The
Foul
Stench
Of
Death?
That
Morbid
Fetid
Aroma.
Slowly
Sliding
To
The
Floor.
Eyes
Grow
Heavy.
Limbs
Go
Limp.
Razor
Thin
Slices,
Spilt
My
Blood.
...
...
...
...
...
dead.
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