Claws - Selena Vanity
CONTENT WARNING: Graphic Violence
She brought his head up and smashed it on the concrete, screaming a guttural sound as she did, the howl of a caged animal. His head hit the floor with a thud and immediately his eyes rolled back and his body went limp. She sat there for a moment, looking with a feral glint in her eye like a fox with its paws wrapped around a rabbit’s throat, its claw digging into the throbbing carotid artery. She sat there breathing, her ragged breath almost synced with the unconscious man. She clutched his dark hair more firmly in her hand, her knuckles turning a bright white—a skeletal hand of death. And she bought his head back up and slammed it back down with an audible crack. She rammed his head into the floor again and again. The splitting of his skull gave way to squelches of blood, the splatters painting a scarlet, unforgiving mural that split across the path. It was painted everywhere. Her clothes were drenched in it. It was already crusting under her fingernails. It was even running red streaks in her grown out bleach blonde hair. She rammed his head into the floor again and again. Until her arms stung with acid and her breaths were shallow and tears streamed down her face. She looked down at her blood stained hands and cried and cried. Cried not for the man who lay dead before her but for the girl she once was. The girl she’d never be again.
Author’s Statement: Claws was written in a midnight bout of motivation to do something. The type that makes your fingers itch and your mind race. When I get like this I always write — I pour my heart into a google doc. They’re always filled with a rage I feel I cannot express.
Selina (she/they) is a writer living in England. In her free time, they love to read, write and listen to music.
