cannibalism
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In the dead of night, we boarded the boat to save our lives.
I was woken in my sweat, as I was shaken by my wife.
She grabbed our screaming daughters; I loaded a boat with supplies.
Knife carving into the soft squishy flesh; blood dribbling off the plate.
Letting out a faint subtle sigh, admiring his handiwork.
It started with a click.
A single click ended their lives.
Like perfect little China dolls, they were shipped out and arrived at her door. Each one marked with their names: Hansel and Gretel.
I'm not cuckoo, deranged, or completely cracked. I hardly even ever wear black I'm not a vamp wannabe or Satan's spawn. I don't worship the weird, taboo or wrong.
