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Who's Killing Me? [5/22/2024]

With a shattered gasp and bated breath my head is struck down from within. Titilating my shredded, suited skin. I search for him, and who do I findby me, standing in the doorway with a face like roadkill. I stop him, "your time has come" I say to me, staring at the sweat between his eyes. "So be it" says the me I see, "at least do me with the respect that you deny yourself." And I bash his twice dead skull in with the rock that bore man. I keep beating and beating, like a heart, like I was put here for this. Once he truly looks like roadkill I get up. Now its just me, I leave the scene.