Eyes narrowed starring down
A wet rag in one hand
and the hard wooden handle
Of the saw with bloodied blade
In the other hand.
Sword descending rapidly to
Cleave the flesh of your arms
Smiling while the saw hacks
Through your legs
Blood filling up and surrounding
your corpse
The black blood drips anew
Upon the tiled floor as
The rag covers the tarnished
Silver gleam The blade shines
more brightly
As the puddle gets bigger
Author notes
Basically this poem made one of my teachers think I'm insane. She actually called me a "Walking Time Bomb" Many of you may know about the comic Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, well the assignment was to do a poem based off of several well known poets, It was called Imagiste Portfollio. One of the poets was E.E. Cummings. She told us to get a picture of the internet, any picture. So i got one out of JTHM. Well it didn't turn out too well.
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Your teacher was a bit narrow minded. If one looks behind the horrific subject matter you can see the skill of the poet at work. Well done!
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