blacknwht
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As I place the warm, moist contents of my soul onto the table, you form it into a shapely and cohesive mass. Pushing, pulling, and kneeding it to get it into an almost round shape. You reach over to the knife block and pull out the sharpest and thinest blade, pull it out and slowly draw it across the rock. You look at me with a wry smile, I look unaffected as I already know the destined course and final act. You take the soul in one hand to steady it and slowly draw the knife across and down; slicing paper thin slices off it's face. Each precise stroke sending piercing pain and disillusionment shooting through my untethered but nonetheless bound mind.
You take the severed slice and place it up to the light. It has the consistency of of a thin slice of tomato, firm yet yielding it's life juices, dripping them on to the floor. The slice is semi-translucent; revealing a sliver of happiness as the dim light traverses it's flesh. You take a bite. There is a slight crunch and as you chew, your teeth masticating it into a slurry of essence. With each slice servered, each bite taken, and each swallow, my light grows dim. As you work past the halfway point, I become blind, no longer able to see your desecration but still able to hear each crunch and swallow. Slowly my hearing fades as well, leaving just darkness and silence.
Eventually, I exist no more, the final slice taken. My soul completely devoured. There is nothin anymore. My thoughts are but fleeting at this point, nothing to hold them. I am no more..........
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