She sat across the table from him,
her head slumped down on the wooden veneer.
She must be exhausted, he decided.
The night had been long..., intense…,
extended by spouts of heated love-making.
She was different from the others he had been with…
She didn’t stare at him with judgmental eyes,
nor did her complaints constantly reverberate in his mind.
She understood him, he knew.
Possibly she could love him…
He hoped she lasted longer…
He stood, quietly pacing across the tiled kitchen floor.
Why wouldn’t she look at him???
Why did she suddenly find him so repulsive?!?
Last night she hadn’t complained…,
not a protest sounded from her perfectly petaled lips,
as he had placed himself inside her and found competition.
Why so pretentious now?
He slapped her,
her head falling back against the stem of the chair.
She remained silent.
She was just like the rest, he concluded.
They were all the same…
He lifted her from her place,
her body limp against him.
He walked down the hall to their room,
laying her gently on the feathered mattress.
He patted her down with the perfumed liquid one last time,
(she was perfect in her slumber…),
and removed the few wiggling maggots
that had crept out in the middle of the night
and feasted on her innards.
He shook his head.
No that wouldn’t do….
He placed her in his closet,
next to the others…
all staring at him,
all judging.
As beautiful as the day he had found them,
laying in their rectangular cradles…
surrounded by earth and flowers…
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Written November 7th, 2005
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Necrophylia. beautifully penned piece on something most find so gruesome. I must say that the verbage made the imagery so light and mellow for it to have ended the way it did. Nice twist. I found this via Perfectimperfection's favorites list. Thank you for sharing.
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wow I was confused at first but this is absolutly amazing!
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Not many people are willing to write poetry with this intense of a reality to it. But i have to ask girl anonymous, the poster above, did you read like the first two lines and then leave or something? because for all of this poems virtues, its not pretty.
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Amazing! I cannot get over your writing style. You've got the perfect balance here, doll, and the perfect story.
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this was pretty. thank you for entering!
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lol... yummy good write, but not exactly what i'm looking for.
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Nice GOLD well deserved.
Definitely one of the darkest and shocking I have read- AND...the art was SO DOGGONE DECEPTIVE as were the first few lines! Gold well deserved...this knocked be off my block. Well okay, so I don't frighten easily. But I do NOT want maggots in me innards! Thank ye.
Slurp!
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I asked for it didn't I? I said I wanted you guys to scare me, repulse me, frighten the s#*% out of me... Well you have! This was very captivating and so INTENSE! The maggot thing really got me - I knew it was coming... This was horrifyingly amazing! I LOVED it! Definatly the creepiest by far!
Wow... That gave me the heebie-jeebies!!! 
Thanks so much for entering and best of luck! Wow! I had to say it again!!!! ~~
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wow, morbid, psychotic, demented, sadistic and right up my alley
i love it!!!!!!!!! this is so different then what i thought it was going to be at first. i really, really like it. great job BRAVO BRAVO
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