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Butcher Shop
White flashes like red iron searing flesh.
Butchered, sloppy pounds.
A serrated knife, slicing fat deposits,
Like butter.
Warm blood pats the ground,
As your wounds cry out.
Cauterizing. Coagulating.
Cleaving limbs into ragged bloody stumps.
Pathetic. Helpless.
Grinder stalling as it struggles against vulnerable bone.
Thick muscle strained against meathooks.
Fighting gravity.
Skewered. On display.
A human butcher shop that is my mind.
Butchered, sloppy pounds.
A serrated knife, slicing fat deposits,
Like butter.
Warm blood pats the ground,
As your wounds cry out.
Cauterizing. Coagulating.
Cleaving limbs into ragged bloody stumps.
Pathetic. Helpless.
Grinder stalling as it struggles against vulnerable bone.
Thick muscle strained against meathooks.
Fighting gravity.
Skewered. On display.
A human butcher shop that is my mind.
Published 18th Sep 2012
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18th Sep 2012 4:53pm
You reminded me that there are certain restaurants I pass by where the smell from the meat cooking makes me queasy! Then add the human element in the last line- just lovely!
Welcome to DU.
Welcome to DU.
18th Sep 2012 4:59pm
There are definitely many things that came up for me as I wrote this and that was one of them!
And thank you, it is certainly good to be here.
And thank you, it is certainly good to be here.
