“Now that I
have got your attention,” he lilts.
He brings his blade into view and lets it glint off the lone street lamp. Satisfied by the boy’s horrified gaze he slowly skims the knife along his skin. He clamps a hand down around his mouth as he expertly skins the middle of his forehead. The muffled screams fade into the background as Carmen sees red. □
©MoonBeam Publishing. Dreams of Poison
