in the shadows of a basement
ropes with thought-out placements
bind together the next victim,
and getting ready to strike, is Tim.
other bodies, all tied up
Tim takes a swig from his cup.
gagged and bound, floating
pleading with her eyes, silently moaning...
nameless to him,
a drop is left on the rim,
waiting to fall,
like the rest of them,
on Tim's call.
with a satisfying thunk they hit the floor,
destroying all they could've ever been...
and more.
he gathers them,
while she hems
the slacks,
never wondering "what goes on in the back?"
lifeless bodies buried shallow,
waiting to scream at someone "foul!
"foul play!
"that's what you've discovered here today!"
but only animals hear their cry.
bacon sizzles, potatoes fry.
"breakfast is served!"
the table bends with a curve,
inviting more people to be pleased,
with "some juice, freshly squeezed?"
guests never guessing,
they only care about their dressings.
while Tim fantasizes about taking them off.
fantasies only broken by his wife's cough.
she covers for him,
so he can go swim,
and revel with the knowledge that he won't be caught.
by police, he will never be sought.
because no one misses prostitutes,
all they got going for them is their glutes.
and they'll show them to anyone with money to pay,
not really caring if they have a say,
in how their life will continue today.
1.15.19
inspired by criminal minds (you should watch it, but it can get grusome)
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Poetryjust some poems. not all are mine. eventually i think ill delete this and organize my poems into something else and have one of just ones that inspired me, but for now theres just this, just me sharing things ive needed to share for a while
