Subconscious Cruelty Page #4
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can push a human being...
...in total perversion and insanity.
That face is staring at me
right now. So I bathe it in blood.
I bleed the woman's child-corpse
on top of her face.
Her baby's fluid completely
drenching her features...
...entering her open mouth and
stinging in her eyes.
The blood trails down her throat to
meet her now noiseless screams.
Seeing as her vocal cords
have frozen in paralisis.
She makes an odd choking noise...
...and gurgles up
bubbly-crimson matter.
newborn corpse above her face...
...like some obscene trophy.
Fascinated by the
clammy, rubbery feel...
...of the child's greyish skin.
Of the surprising amount of blood
that can be released...
...from such a small creature.
The umbilical cord dangles
like a dead snake...
...on top of the woman's
blood-soaked breasts...
...and it seems as if the woman
will probably pass out.
Maybe from pain or maybe
from terror. I don't know.
My mind becomes more and
more cloudy now.
I bite the umbilical cord
and shove it back...
...into her still heavily
bleeding vagina.
The end of the flesh-string
slightly peeking out.
It looks like she's grown
a small, bloody penis...
...the thickness of a couple straws.
It makes me laugh, I think.
exsanguinated child...
...by its mother's head
on the pillow...
...leaving mother and
child together in death.
The woman as well breathes no longer.
Maybe her heart exploded...
I kind of collapse on the blood-splattered
ground beside the bed...
...and look at the mockery
of human birth I have created.
I smile at how I was right.
What I had done was indeed
the most horrible thing...
...you could do to a human being:
Kill during the process of creation.
I am content.
to see always.
A reminder of my destiny...
of my evil.
I have built a sort of altar for it
above the kitchen sink.
Wrapped its body in
pretty paper and string.
It smells and attracts
insects... pestilence.
But I find this beautiful
in its own right.
As for my sister... I am with her
every instant of my life.
Taking care of her corpse.
Dressing it, bathing it, sleeping with it.
Only once did I try
to make love to it.
And then, as I slid myself
into her putrefying cleft,
it was so cold and unpleasant.
I realized then that such an act
I will always be
around death, not life.
no matter who it was.
It would always be dead some day.
Always be dead.
C*nts, how dare you
do this to me.
It's been difficult...
...as it has been in the past, and will
always continue to be in the future.
I don't know how the world
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