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He embraced her. Licking her. Tasting her. Tearing her. Spreading her. Open. Wet. Wanton. Her screams echoed. Useless. Empty school. Janitors' closet. He nuzzled. He fondled. He agonized. He lengthened. He sucked. Her breasts hardened. Involuntarily. She gasped. Then back. Forth. Back. He pounded. Fast. He beat her. Raw. He exploded. Releasing seeds. Too bad. A waste.
Reaching. Throat clenched. She stared. Hollow. He ogled her. Legs kicked. Fingers lost. Fingers trying. Fingers digging. Useless. Linoleum. Lemon scented wax. Convulsions. Unseen tears. Last breaths released. Her soul saved? He rose. Zip. Click. Trousers damp. Belt clamped. Tight. Click. Flash. His keepsake. She lay. Perfect. Picture perfect.
He left. Briskly. Keys jingling. "Lock it!" Poor janitor. He ran. He drove. Home. Safety. His dark basement. Another photograph. Another memory. His collection. His beloved collection. Schizophrenia. Medication bottle untouched. Brushing movement. Bottle falls. His pictures prioritized. He smiled. Pictures added. Voices. "Good job. Winner! Our trophy. Now sleep. Tomorrow we look. We find. Someone new. New trophies. Collection pieces."
He walks. Upstairs. Bedroom. He sees darkness. He dreams. She stares. Vivid hallucinations. The blade caresses. His neck gurgles. He collapses. Fingers loosen. Knife clatters. Suicide. Freedom. Wings spread. She flies. Heaven.
-Afton Laidy Zabala-Jordan, September, 2014
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He embraced her. Licking her. Tasting her. Tearing her. Spreading her. Open. Wet. Wanton. Her screams echoed. Useless. Empty school. Janitors' closet. He nuzzled. He fondled. He agonized. He lengthened. He sucked. Her breasts hardened. Involuntarily. She gasped. Then back. Forth. Back. He pounded. Fast. He beat her. Raw. He exploded. Releasing seeds. Too bad. A waste.
Reaching. Throat clenched. She stared. Hollow. He ogled her. Legs kicked. Fingers lost. Fingers trying. Fingers digging. Useless. Linoleum. Lemon scented wax. Convulsions. Unseen tears. Last breaths released. Her soul saved? He rose. Zip. Click. Trousers damp. Belt clamped. Tight. Click. Flash. His keepsake. She lay. Perfect. Picture perfect.
He left. Briskly. Keys jingling. "Lock it!" Poor janitor. He ran. He drove. Home. Safety. His dark basement. Another photograph. Another memory. His collection. His beloved collection. Schizophrenia. Medication bottle untouched. Brushing movement. Bottle falls. His pictures prioritized. He smiled. Pictures added. Voices. "Good job. Winner! Our trophy. Now sleep. Tomorrow we look. We find. Someone new. New trophies. Collection pieces."
He walks. Upstairs. Bedroom. He sees darkness. He dreams. She stares. Vivid hallucinations. The blade caresses. His neck gurgles. He collapses. Fingers loosen. Knife clatters. Suicide. Freedom. Wings spread. She flies. Heaven.
-Afton Laidy Zabala-Jordan, September, 2014
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