Poetry

Boo

I've always loved your scent
I'll love it more when it's mixed with rotting flesh and my coconut febreeze
Your moral remains will be speared and splatted all over my bathtub
I've wanted this for weeks now, I've wanted to see you in pain
With the knowing that I hurt you, no one else
And I wanted to do it in the most gruesome way
The memory of cutting out your still beating flaming red heart
I think about the satisfaction of biting it as I hold it up to the sky in amazement
I squeeze it hoping it'll make your clay body twitch
As I'm trying to wash the cadaver off my hands I look up in the mirror
And think
Look at what I am
I don't even know me anymore
All I know is what it feels like to be deep inside you
Still seeing the blood black because you're new and squeaky clean
Your skin is young and beautiful
I can't remember the color of your hair, I'm guessing blonde because it took the color of your own staining blood
You were moving too much
I pushed myself further into you, along with my complimentary weapon
You screamed but guess what
No one is going to hear you
No one is hearing me when I scream