Razors and Scalpels
The razor had done its work
The razor ripped across her neck
She clutched the straight razor and prayed he would come
The straight razor unfolded in his hand, a glittering promise of pain
Cold steel razored the air
Blood burst from the razor wounds in flowing red agony
The razor whispered across her throat
The ghastly razor sliced through the pale ivory of her skin
Wherever the razor's steel touched, blood bloomed in crimson flowers
The playful razor nicked him, a foretaste of death
Her jealous razor was greedy for his blood
He ran his razor over her carotid artery
The razor kissed her neck
Red horror splashed down her dress as the razor ripped free
The razor ravaged his throat
The razor ripped and ravaged
Razor-ripped flesh spat streams of savage red matter
A flash of silver and her throat spilled open, hot and sticky
The hellish razor tasted the pulsing juices of life
The maniac tossed the scalpel between his hands, taunting us to take it
The razor whispered the poetry of death to her throbbing veins
She ran the razor blade over her wrists and leaned back in the tub
The straight razor severed the jugular in a violent spray of gushing red
The bathwater turned ruby-red from the razor's work
A red rain washed from the razor's wound
Black blood pulsed in inky spurts from the bone-deep cut
She pressed the blade home to end her pain
She had cut herself many times, but never like this
Glittering death flashed from the surgeon's blade
A scalpel in his hand, the mad doctor prescribed death
The scalpel slid easily into her soft flesh
His scalpel made a living autopsy of the girl's struggling body
He snatched up a scalpel from the surgical table
The scalpel cut him to the bone
Scalpel in hand, the psychotic nurse lunged
The surgeon's tool sliced deep
The scalpel knifed toward her throat
A ruby line blushed where the scalpel had touched
The mad surgeon's scalpel sliced her from stem to stern
The scalpel swiveled in his hand, twisting the wound wide
All business, the coroner cut into the corpse
The scalpel drew a vivid red line from pubic bone to clavicle
The scalpel met his neck in a scarlet symphony
The surgeon's blade slashed, parting her throat in a sticky red sea