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A glittering knife,
Tightly pressed to the skin.
One smooth motion slits
A wound through
The black tears,
Deep into the red
Meat.

Crimson muscle gets a first
Taste of air and
Glisten in the light.
Red, lifeblood runs along
The knife and
Down my
Fingertips.

Chops.
Slices.
Cuts.

The skin grows redder,
Black tears fall loosely
To the table.
I pick up the
Muscle and press
The sweetness
Of strawberries
Against my
Tongue.





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