Horror

Here is a very short story that made me feel a little sick.

I've never made myself feel ill with something I've written, so I hope you enjoy it.

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9 Volt Battery

My Girlfriend has no face and no name; her arms end in stumps.
My Girlfriend hides behind the doors of rooms in other people’s houses.
My Girlfriend smells of ash and vinegar.
When my Girlfriend and I fight, and I say awful things to her that make her cry, the tears swell up in bubbles under her pinkish grey skin that spread across her body.
After we have made up, I take a hat pin that was left to me by my grandmother, and prick the pustules, one by one. Then I go to each in the order that I lanced them, and suck out the dirty water. It always salty and sharp, like licking a 9 volt battery, which, if you have never tried, is like sucking the weeping sores in your Girlfriend’s back, while she moans deep and soft, in a way I take to mean, “I love you.”