Category: writing
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Lex Talionis
The groan that left Mike’s lungs as his warm blood spattered onto my hand was disgusting. It was like a horny old man touching himself to a crinkled up issue of Hustler, completely devoid of understanding that the blonde toy at his fingertips was a real living, breathing human being. The deeper I pushed, the…
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the octopus / förstöra
He had my blood on his hands but the sewage water washed them clean and no one would believe me. The mice followed him as he walked away, my lungs full of feces and dishwater, my open wounds inviting maggots to their fleshy party, and my body ravaged once again. The octopus had suffocated me.
harper lauren scott 