The Vulture

April 22, 2010
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Sweet..Sweet.. Seduction.
The blood thirsty vulture licks her lips.
Her ravenous claws ripping apart my flesh.
I can feel my vocal chords rip from screaming.
But I can't hear it...
I can see her tearing my flesh.
But I can't feel it...
Am I being spared by receiving a painless death?
Or am I just having another bad dream?

..I wake up... with stitches across my chest...

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