Monday night massacre;
it was his desire
to take and destroy a soul -
to meet & greet pleasure
He had the killer instinct;
knife in hand, blood shot eyes,
a grin of malice & corruption.
His mouth flirted murder
upon a mockery of faith,
to the gods who couldn't care less.
Upon finding a fresh body,
to play his nightly game -
he followed her home,
hiding in the shadows.
Thrust to the ground,
nowhere to run
& nobody to save her.
Fondled & forced
then ultimately taken;
ripped & torn,
cut & sliced
he worked his knife
skillfully, playing.
Breast to naval,
a wound, left gaping;
a deadly dose
of lust & sadism.
He mocked death
kissing her lips gently
& grinning slyly -
'you look better this way'
She was helpless;
upon the blood stained grass,
where he took her pretty life
to make his seem worthwhile.
Silver trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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