...a Disoriented Blur

....I was

confused. The doctor stared at me with a smile as he reached out with a scalpel

cut off a piece of her brain and stuck it in his mouth and smiled with every

chew. He closed his eyes while chewing, personifying the taste and pleasure.

The lady was oblivious. She could not feel anything. I was sill confused by

what was happening and how I ended up here. Why must I witness this act of

savored lust? Then he closed the trap door, one bite was enough for now. The

poor lady, brain exposed crying holding a decapitated head with its cranium split. Then it hit me. Where’s the rest of the

man, why is she holding the head. The lady had bent her head forward again

releasing her brain from its womb to be met by a strangers. She stopped crying

and started screaming. I started to get depressed. She was removed, felt so

alone, after she left only friend gone. (TO BE EATEN) everything except her

face a symbol of the treasure they keep it was agony.(RAVEN, RAVEN) The man’s

head on the other side of the room looking through me with utter grief and

despair on his face it was agony.....