The smell hits me first
The blood that streamed in rivulets is beginning
to cake
Flies have started to perch in swarms
This is a massacre
My Massacre.
The screaming in my head
Drowns out everything he is saying
Then Silence.
Dead Silence.
He did this for me.
Our eyes meet and I know
He can see the torrents of emotions
Washing over me
What do I succumb to?
Glee. Satisfaction. Revelry
My tormentors have been defeated
Horror. The sheer scale …
Savagery of his violence
Regret. I would have watched
Seen them fall one by one
Wonder. How did he do this?
Wring this much damage and destruction
Single-handedly…
Fear.
If he can do this to them
Can he do this to me?
Will he do this to me?
Eventually?
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