The kill

They drag me down the alley
It’s raining cats and dogs
Remember, I am half-dead
I am cut
they take out a bean-shaped thingy
Followed by something spongy
Then goes my eyes
I can feel them
keeping their hands
inside of me

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That girl

And he lies on his back
Phone facing the face
Almost touching the tip of his nose
on a mission
to find her

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