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Nearing me, fuzzy interferences of arms grew from its gut and
grappled my wrists and slammed me on the bed. The nail clippers
were now so large that the Porch Giant could fit my whole body
between the blades… I witnessed slivers being taken from me, my
toes! Curvaceous plops of my flesh flung around the room, accruing
and being contained in the mass of tar and sludge.
My flesh cried out and breathed in the room’s still air, I did
nothing, nothing, nothing. Hot, it was hot, my body felt as if it were
expanding hotter with every pierce of my flesh. Blood poured calmly
from my body, unreactive as I knew pain should flush through me.
Portion by portion, my meat fluttered in the air, slight by slight,
away from me, slight by slight.
Clip…clip…clip…clip.
I didn’t cry out, “I’ve been waiting for you!” It hurt only as much
as I knew it didn’t.
Soon enough, the Porch Giant had trimmed me up to my hips, my
legs were gone, dispersed into the reddened room of tar and creeks
and sloppy joes and bits of skin and flesh and blood and bone.
The Porch Giant took back the clippers into itself, and diverged
into thrice entities.
These beings opened their mouths, one by one, to grin with their
big white teeth, and cried, “Shame! Shame! Shame!”
With a tremendous amount speed, the three pulled out their
own clippers and proceeded until the bare of my neck was snipped
and clipped, and I could no longer produce the muffled sound that
projected through the process of elimination. As the blood trickled
away into the mass of the Porch Giant, so did I.
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