no house of pain no gain.

i killed my grandmother in my sleep last night. i filled her back with arrows by the road in the dark of the woods. it wasn't the first time i'd killed someone. all of my villains and exes were living underground. i woke up terrified when they said my name on the news and i knew i was over, afraid of the consequences and not the deed like a child or dorian gray. and tonight i killed the crabs i'd mentioned, twelve of them, three and five at a time, faces then brains then fat then bellies then lungs. and they moved like newborn kittens, confused and blind and cold but alive, before i cut their faces off. and they kept moving after they should have been dead. i said i'm sorry to each one before i started and stop moving stop moving please stop moving as i went. i know that they are only small things. i can try to take it as a fishmonger or as an aesthete, but they are dead, and i killed them.