Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Slaughter

The smell of blood filled the room with its warm,rustic stench.

It was creeping its way up the walls,through the pores of her skin,and into her senses. A familiar stench that was threatening to nauseate her into unconciousness.

She didn't flinch though she felt dizzy. She aimed the knife well right below the belly,stabbed through hard,and ripped it open. With one swift movement,she reached inside and felt around the lining of the belly for the internal organs that were there for the harvesting. She gave a firm grip and in a split second pulled out the intestinals.

The fish,bloodied and guttered,lay lifeless on the kitchen sink. What life left of it was ebbing away down the drainage.

She stood stock still for what seemed forever staring down at the mess she made unable to gather her wits. She stood in catatonic stillness before she snapped out and began to clean.

She meticulously cleaned the bloodied remnants of the slaughter. Cleaned while humming a song under her breath.

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