Foul Play
By heinzs
Foul Play Ever lurking at the edge of perception the shadows bide their time. They have all eternity, without substance or form - they will have their way in the end. Fear rises, cloys the mind, and in that moment of unclarity they strike! Flesh renders, sanguine droplets spew and leave their bloody trail. The next morning all that remains is a single severed hand, still clutching the bus transfer. The police make the identification from the fingerprints. How can one explain that your brother was killed by demons? "He met with a horrible and tragic accident. It remains under investigation." 3/24/2002 Written March 24th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 10:37 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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"Foul Play..."