The Slaughter

The scream erupts

Torn from the agonized animal

The sound of fear

“Ignore it!”

The slaughterer steps forwards

His apron secured tightly

His plastic gloves drawn up to the elbows

The knife is raised

And the cry fills the air once more


For life

For mercy

“Kill it!”

The slaughterer takes another step

Prepared for the struggle

The knife is slammed down

The throat cut

Blood gushes out


“Don’t waste the blood!”

The slit neck now padded

The corpse hangs


Pain of death

Etched upon the tortured face.

The End

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