MicroSmith presents: Martha's Innard (The Abattoir Remix)
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Saving Grace translates into accelerating to obscene speeds and plowing a luxury automobile
into Grace’s side as she traverses the street, thereby preventing her from being
terminated from her posh job, thereby preventing her from succumbing to the despair of dope
addiction and prostitution.
Martha knows exactly how Grace will react to being terminated. Grace thoroughly savored
being the only female working the floor of the abattoir, wielding the weighty pneumatic
execution apparatus. As she masturbated, she often times reflected on the pained wailing of
the cow before the compressional hiss signaled the deafening steel-on-steel click signaled the
ponderous drop of the fatally punctured bovine.
Grace and Martha had been lovers for well over a year by the point of the impact.
More importantly, Martha had been Grace’s supervisor for approximately half a decade.
Upon collision, Martha’s torso smashed against the steering wheel, the pressure
resounded in crushing bone and squishing tissue, the impact caused Martha’s chest to
explode open; organ and bone fragments, jettisoned by her body, accompanied the scatter
shot of broken windshield glass.
While the horn continuously sounded, reverberating off of the brick storefronts on either side
of the street, while the pair stared at one another through voids pretending to be eyes,
Martha’s heart laid lifeless and metaphorical on the pavement.
