HEREDITARY BACKHAND
His hand looms larger than life. Hair-trigger decent, a blood stained reality, descending, dispensing his justice, slaying my dragons. Experience the slayer of innocence. This hand, twisted through choice, calloused against pity, reaches past time and chokes me in my sleep.
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