Make me, she said,
make me feel again and it will all be yours.
I didn’t know what this all was,
but it didn’t stop me from trying.
I started slowly,
with a touch,
a caress.
She didn’t even fake interest,
next I kissed her softly,
she showed no signs of temptation,
then I pulled the knife from the table and placed it against her skin.
She looked at me,
there was no fear in her eyes,
she didn’t scream,
she did nothing,
even as I slowly skinned her of her flesh,
she just looked at me as though I wasn’t even there,
and as she bleed to death quietly in front of me I wondered,
what was this all,
and did it really matter?
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