A knife
slathered in whale organs. The tip of the skin serrated with grey matter and
along the bang yellow porous slides down the back slowly. The crevasses of the
chest has been split, the stomach bulging with splintered javelin poles, sea
lions skeletons, and fake ambitions spilled out onto the tables drifting into a
puddle. Knife carving is lacking hate, vicious tyranny that could sate the
wrath of this whale as it fell victim to these serrated edges. The puddle
grazed my shoes.
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