"I sometimes imagine swiping my boxcutter across someone's jugular vein. Not viciously but artistically. One graceful swipe. Stepping back to watch the blood flow like a river in real time color. Attentively monitoring the look in the eyes - from surprise to horror to awareness to submission. Imagining that a truth could be revealed in that moment.
But of course this is only in my imagination."
Anonymous
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