September 10, 2015

“I trimmed the man. I trimmed him like chicken, like steak. I trimmed at his fat, then at his hanging parts. I did the trimming slowly, while he slept. I took my time. I allowed the knife blade to travel around his curves and contours. I laid the knife against his skin and skimmed it across. The fat peeled away in little curls that were buttery. I hummed as I worked. The man snored softly, so that his body did not move. I trimmed his center. I trimmed what was beneath his center. I guided the knife with my fingers, then lifted my hands away so that I would not be trimmed along with him. I did the trimming so well, there was barely any blood.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: