Entry 41

laceration of lips sprung a red mist —
into the howling wind
his facial ablation went.

she struck again
now with her fist
to pulverize the razor slit.

awash with blood
her knuckles drip.

the blade she whipped 
dry
by the time it grazed him again.

hands raised in terror
only offer more skin
in cowardly sacrifice.

tendons tearing make a snap.

she grins as his fingers slack.

his arms are wrenched aside.

slash and laugh. 
slash and swipe.

reckless&demented.

her will to scar a handsome face
quickly turned to lethal rage.