Night after night I lay awake
…Obsessing…
…Analyzing …
Speculating on what you two had shared-
Wondering if you think of her touch,
Her scent,
Her come hither grin?
heR, hER, HER…
Compare and contrast.
Toss and turn.
Inflicted and mocked.
The two of you once together.
and HER…
always incessantly scoffing;
jeering from the corners of my peripherals.
the loving touches…
the sweet sentiments…
Do they actually hold the alleged significance?
I pace.
I lurk.
I stalk.
I steep in boiling hatred.
……………………............................
Fixated on who would be on the other side of the door,
I firmly grip the brass doorknob,
oblivious to the whitening of my knuckles
or the perfect rhythm of my heart
throbbing inside the handle.
Moving with precision and purpose,
I glide smoothly into the room,
becoming transfixed on the outline of your sleeping form,
willing you to open your eyes and stare abhorrence in the face.
Yanking back the covers draped on your slumbering form,
I hammer my knuckles raw on your perky breasts,
your slender sides,
your perfectly upturned nose,
before finally delivering a strike to the side of your temple.
Patiently waiting for you to gain consciousness,
I occupy my time gagging you with a pair of soiled panties and binding your limbs in an awkward manner,
ensuring your muscles will scream and burn in adamant protest.
Oh how I enjoy this,
relishing in the dawning of realization
that glazes your eyes like a filthy cataract upon your waking.
Ruthlessly slashing at your glossy hair that teases me with its perfume softness,
I pull it free from its roots,
using it to tickle your tear-stained cheeks and swelling nose.
Barely able to stifle an audible laugh at the haphazard clumps missing from your scalp,
I give attention to your piercings,
yanking them out one by one,
starting at your ears and moving to your nose-
savoring the resistant tug of your skin before
the studs rip free.
My, don’t you look so lovely and desirable in all your disfigured glory?
Where is that well-manicured perfection now?
Losing interest in your pathetic moans,
I mercilessly slit your throat and indifferently retreat
with your gurgling sounds echoing after me.
Finally, I should be able to get a good night sleep.
(at least until I find out who else he fucked)
Author notes
These are examples of things I will be looking for...
-emotion and feeling
-reason why
-how it was done
-quality over quanity of kill
I want you to get into the mind of a serial killer to create your own..go deep, get disturbing..
I felt soiled after writing this.
A contest entry
- The Darkwrite Challenge Round 4 by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
1000 points, ended November 21, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful crime of passion. Loved the detailed way your killer handled her victim. Loved how you left this open for a continuation as well. I enjoyed how you tortured the victim by ripping piercings out and taunted her as it was done. The only thing is I felt that the quick slit of the throat was a bit too quick and could have been drawn out a little.
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thanks as I contemplated that myself and was debating if the longer I carried it out the more it would just loose its air of initial woah and just be a seamless yawn of one gruesome thing after the next.
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lol "i felt soiled after writing this"; well if you felt enthused, that might be a bad thing. this was great! very disturbing indeed.
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lol, thanks. That somehow made me feel a bit better
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Wow... You are a twisted little monkey, aren't you? I really enjoy the transition from part 1 to 2. I've been cheated on in the past, and you summed up the jealousy that borders on insanity rather well. All the unanswered questions and nagging suspicions that could very well lead a person to a crime of passion. And then part 2... Full of grim determination and gleeful sadism. Shit. That's some well written brutality! If a person was going to do a dark write, they would do well to use this as an example. Far too many people confuse "dark" with razorblades, played out vampires, and other gloomy stereotypes. Well done, my friend!
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ha, sometimes I worry just how twisted my pretzel-like mind really is
Although, it is good to know that I nailed the emotions in a way that someone can related to. Regardless to my sense of accomplishment, I am still sorry to hear that you have experienced such deceit in the past.
Thanks for the compliment! I think...
I admit that I am a bit worried on letting people read this or them reading this by accident. My boyfriend was already concerned as to why I was reading up on and taking an interest in good old Albert Fish.... so I can just imagine how ill-at-ease this would make him...sigh..
I am also glad that you share the same pet peeve that I do with the "usual" dark themes.
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