I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden
my soul. These events have tortured me, and destroyed
me. I can still hear her faint screams engulfed in
the atmosphere around me. The stench of ammonia still
encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies.
One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied
my wife to avoid me.

I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously
possessed. I knew myself no longer. My original soul, at
once to leave my body and a more fiendish malevolence,
gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen
and left an incision from ear to ear. In turn, her
limp weak corpse fell instantaneously. I, in return
having received much pleasure from the initial blow,
had begun to cut into her abdomen. Once inside, I began
exploring the regions of her innards. The warm blood
still running, the warm blood still running down my
hands is cold and damp.

I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a
little nibble or two. Her uterus seems to mesmerize me
as I bury my head into it and lose myself into a world
of the subconscious. For now I know the many pleasures
of my wife, and I will soon be joining her.