SwimModSponges Posted October 17, 2019 Posted October 17, 2019 It was inside of an old zip lock bag I had picked up to throw away. I was going to throw it away anyways, there was no reason for me to kill it. But I squeezed the bag around it. I felt its abdomen on my fingers through the bag where it was trapped. It felt like I held a pea between my thumb and finger. I felt the pressure I put upon it as I squeezed. It exploded within the bag, a mess of blood and viscera. My fingers outside of the bag were clean. I reflected on it then; though in truth I was in a subdued state of reflection even as the event occurred. Why? Why had I chosen to be cruel? Why did I take deliberate action to go out of my way to harm another being? Why did I take a life? Did I feel that because my hands were clean, I was absolved? I am not. 1
PhilosipherStoned Posted October 17, 2019 Posted October 17, 2019 A mildly disturbing display of your descriptive ability for sure.. I'd say you made me feel pity for the spider. You've shown your true colors tonight murderer.
Doom Metal Alchemist Posted October 17, 2019 Posted October 17, 2019 I think this thread was nothing more than an excuse to use "my hands are clean" as a pun.
Seight Posted October 17, 2019 Posted October 17, 2019 *everyone at the beat poetry bar snaps their fingers*
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