Serial Killers-Personal Narrative Fiction

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Every day when I awaken to see shadows of your irregular heartbeat imprinted onto the bed sheets - but maybe that's just my imagination. For many years, you have disappeared from my side. Yet I can still feel your lingering presence. You've been stolen away from me and I feel a bitter, metallic aftertaste, like aged blood. And all I wish for is that when shooting stars erupt in the skies the sound of your name will forever disappear from my mind. The deep and desperate metronome of a tiny, bony heart pierced the silence in the room. The sounds of its erratic beating, drilled into my ears, deeper and deeper. Galaxies that used to lie in deep slumber in your stomach now lie inside me restless and they bleed out in the cold regions of space
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