I think something is wrong with me. I can't feel anymore. I run my hands across knives and I don't feel a thing. I run my fingers through her hair and I don't-feel-a damned-thing. I couldn't feel the tears rolling down my face when she asked me why I was crying. I didn't answer her. I didn't know either. I killed her with the very same hands that night. I don't know why. I did it because it felt good. As I watched her scream, I realized that I could no longer hear. As I ate her, I realized that I could no longer taste. I think it was the smell that woke me up. When I woke, and I saw, I realized:
"I had eaten myself".
1 comment:
Another story that could be turned into a lot more, but at the same time doesn't need it.
You create such an eerie setting in such a sort amount of time. Your immediately pulled into the quick paragraph of a story, and its satisfying all the way thorough.
It's very interesting, and a bit creepy in a good way. You make me wonder what other amazing things could be going on in that head of yours.
Lol. I wonder why I make my comments sound like critical reviews.
Can't wait to see more Zen.
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