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In the red room you kill me.
Frustrated with boredom
going through the same old routine for days, weeks and years.
All day long you sharpen the knife
and when I get home
you stick it into my belly,
just mildly curious if it will draw some blood.
But then you find that you get a kick
out of my screaming and begging
and start stabbing me madly
in a hundred places or more,
yelling and shouting and shrieking and kicking my face.
When the children come home from training
they stare at the scene for a moment.
Then they go up to their rooms and turn on the tv.
This is what happens in the red room. |
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