numb me this reeking film i'm making fades into the compost flesh i've become the action was a murder plot the movie made itself go through the motion the spectator hypnotic numb me i am endangered to the point where slashes in my flesh are pure shadow all film is now considered outlaw all actors mere filler this woman the promotional victim numb me disfigure flesh until it carries an ultimate reflex the alphabet of russian roulette lens and shutter were not spared when metal and plastic fluttered and smashed it could have been skin numb me rescue these crazy-mouthed symbols this voice devastating terror i'm rotting and bleeding it's already knee-deep the audience the torture artist the spotlight a knife it could have been limbs stray pieces of severed arm "Snuff Movie / Numb Me," Lacerating Heartwood (Toronto: Coach House Press, 1977). © 1977-2008 Judith Fitzgerald. All Rights Reserved.