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RETALIAUTEUR. This room is full of nights I wish to ruin. There was a murderer who lived in the basement of an abandoned housing complex. He would videotape himself impregnating the children of his own daughter in generational loops. The tunnel that lead to his quarters, which doubled as a combination photography / recording studio, resembled the esophagus of a prehistoric shark. A portrait of the ocean at night hangs from a whip above the bed where he scrapes the dead skin off his legs with a nail file into a mop bucket. He rampages from a time more conducive to predators, wearing a blue rain slicker over his psoriatic grey flesh, all his seeds born of incestuous rape and fecal matter grease fires.

CHOKERHOLES. Flushed from pushing glass into rectum. Assholes savored and filled with teeth and tongue slider-grind against their mirrors, grease-caked knots packed tight with a ribbed tube of lubricated chrome. The marble head of a twin appendage nudges deep in ass. Cruel primal cum that shreds the whole of swollen cock to run down thighs, soaking to nerves, inspiring an explosive fit of snarling laughter, which only replenishes will to be brutally punished by the implement-extensions of taunt arms with an splash-back excess of spark-hungry butane. Dirt from the throat. Suck cock so hard it fucks the ass. Snorting arm pits as if stink were lines of premium coke dusting the tits of a broken eyed porn star. Bent on the floor, displayed to arch by a tug of the scalp, pleading to be drilled. You only retain the heart of the act. The blistered hissing. Tensions that grit musculature of countenance, warping what loiters in the wake of a fade. Ritualistic preambles. Sodium-bladed crease gutter.  Endurance depletes on sight. Sensory floodgates collapse in gushes. I leave no inch unlicked.

ABATTLIERS: We are big scary men who collect spooky things like drawings of dead babies raping other dead babies. We’re aging edge lord scum with disposable income, which we spend on gimp hoods and high art made with pee. Beheading videos are our palate cleanser. We watch snuff films for laughs because we are grimdark extreme. Jeffery Epstein and Casey Anthony are our dream threesome because we are grimdark extreme. We played ookie cookie in the Chris Benoit house. Nancy’s ghost came for us being grimdark extreme.  

(Anonymous submissions to the MAGENTA SHADOWS literary journal. Reprinted with permission.)

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