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Freestyle #3


She takes up the knife and carves a meaty chunk of flesh from my bone. I smile kindly as she holds it to her mouth and takes small nibbles from the morsal. Bleeding and exhausted, I wait patiently for her to finish her portion.

Yet another one comes right after, and also taking up the knife, carves his own piece from another limb. I nourish him, and cure his frigidness with the heat of my blood. Without a word, he leaves the knife for the next soul requiring some nutrients.

Some say I'm a saint.

This is why I'm holey.

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    Chris Walker almost 7 years ago

    *groans* Good one :-)

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    Ricky Moore almost 7 years ago

    Haha! Last line was brilliant.

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