09-16-2015, 10:21 PM
Murder Scene
I heard the scream as it leapt for me.
The jaguar from the gullet of a young
woman leapt at me in leopard skin with a tan
forest behind it. I did not hear the knife
as it parted her breast bone from her body.
I did not see the lifeless limping of the
murderer's smile. I only heard the scream.
I longed to hear that vile exoticism again,
an ecstasy of fear and anguish released
unto the night like a loveless man releases
his loveless seed into his gaunt tissues.
I longed to feel that throbbing scream
below my parted hands, and to draw blood
down between my palms. Like a painter
I'd carve my victims nicely, with a smile
or a crescent on their back. I would not
be evil as I parted their body from its
woes of living. I would be their God,
their emancipator. I remember the scream so
fondly, and the breast bone I gnawed on.
I heard the scream as it leapt for me.
The jaguar from the gullet of a young
woman leapt at me in leopard skin with a tan
forest behind it. I did not hear the knife
as it parted her breast bone from her body.
I did not see the lifeless limping of the
murderer's smile. I only heard the scream.
I longed to hear that vile exoticism again,
an ecstasy of fear and anguish released
unto the night like a loveless man releases
his loveless seed into his gaunt tissues.
I longed to feel that throbbing scream
below my parted hands, and to draw blood
down between my palms. Like a painter
I'd carve my victims nicely, with a smile
or a crescent on their back. I would not
be evil as I parted their body from its
woes of living. I would be their God,
their emancipator. I remember the scream so
fondly, and the breast bone I gnawed on.