A Slit Throat.
A Slit Throat.
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Glint of his blade
eyes bulge
like veined marbles,
feet scrabbling backwards.
Heart stacattos
with fear,
hard walled corner
meets abruptly
with trembling flesh.
Legs and massive body
block all escape.
Fingers lock
on short hairs,
head forced
back exposing
neck ripe
for razor.
Quick slash,
long gash,
blood bursts,
geysers gushing,
and the pig
is slaughtered.
Quivering mass of flesh
falls floor-ward
with a heavy thud.
Smile crosses
the butchers face,
mission accomplished
fresh bacon
with tomorrows eggs.
©-MFB III