by hatchet,
knife, and lengths of rope, I
have acquired raw materials.
it took so many nights of work to
transform my exquisite
new corpses.
finally
their alchemical shift
into lovely things is completed.
each toothy treasure collected one
after another, all
infallibly.
lovingly
stacked, so neatly arranged,
my many mandibled mementos.
nearby, a
careful concoction of
coccyx and vertebrae is setting.
well envisioned but yet unfashioned,
soon to be my greatest
masterpiece.
ribcages
lie scattered awaiting
their chimerical transmutation
and I owe this creative bliss to
infallibility,
certainly!
Author notes
This is option six. My username is intoothandclaw. Obviously murder is bad and illegal and wrong. That's why you shouldn't do it unless guaranteed of infallibility. 
(j/k!)
A contest entry
- Prompts; by Hell In Harmony.
2200 points, ended November 18, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Niiiiiice
lol. well I guess we
all have a little bit of this
left in us
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