Popular belief has it that the universe is comprised of atoms. In reality, the universe is actually made up of…

It was a dark and stormy night…in my soul, the type I was all too familiar with—where all my relationships with loved ones and acquaintances rested, but I was not at peace.
You see, there was a stranger who walked the streets of my inner being, my own personal Spring Heeled Jack, who sought out the connections I had made throughout the span of my lifetime and, with the skill of a surgeon, severed these ties, one by one.
Call it mad coincidence, but as the bonds within were severed, the person associated with them were discovered brutally slain. Had my Ripper, that entity filled with rage and the unbearably intense need to be alone finally become corporeal?
And now, as we stood face to face, taking in the measure of one another, the only question flooding my mind was—
Will he sever ties with me now?
Oh man, inside the mind of a serial killer! This one gave me chills!
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Wait a minute, let’s not be too hasty. Is he really a serial killer or just a helpless victim of forces beyond his control?
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I believe the confrontation is as real as it gets. I love how you’ve personified that rupture of release and given it a satanical nature. Murdering those associated with the ties being broken. This is creative and deeply emotional. Face-to-face – who will turn around alive?
Talent at its best. 🙂
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The struggle is real, and it is daily and ongoing.
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