Tonight, I kill.
My mind is a glimmer of anticipation and expectancy,
Waiting for the prime moment to indulge in my victim.
For I am an epicure of fine specimens,
A connoisseur of the finest human flesh –
I choose my meat wisely, every time,
As if it were being offered in an upscale deli counter
For 666 dollars a pound.
Tonight, my friends,
I kill.
The girl appears, vulnerable, alone –
And I move in.
The first cut is always the best,
Seeing the thin snake of blood transform into a familiar drapery.
I continue my work diligently, patiently, slowly,
Disfiguring the smooth curves and pure peach of her form.
Sadistic screams sing to me, and I relish the moment,
For soon her life will fade into mine.
I remove a leg, and place it on a towel next to me –
It needs cleaned before cooking.
Next an arm, then another, a leg, a finger, a nose, an ear...
She finally dies, and my musical entertainment ceases,
Allowing me to contemplate the silence of her heart.
Blood has pooled in every corner of every crease of my vision,
Sprayed across the forest floor from the now-forever-still sputtering
Of the opened crescent of her opened elbow.
Dripping menacingly from my face,
Caking under the beds of my fingernails.
I lick them clean,
Savoring the acidic and spicy zest that simmers on my taste buds.
Cutting open the chest, reaching in and slicing off a part of the still warm heart.
Placing it in my mouth, chewing the tough flesh, and realizing…
This would taste better with barbeque sauce.
Author notes
I guess you could say I chose to do murder and eating issues...
A contest entry
- Taboo. by Walking Oxymoron.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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such a beautiful poem, i loved the imagery used throughout the piece, it was very well written.
20. shouldn't it be "cleaning" or "needs to be cleaned" to make it sound better?
i've written a lot about murder and the such but i don't think i've ever written about cannibalism, i don't think i could give it justice, unlike you. you did a very nice job with the topic. i hope to see more from you!
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Wow...this is pretty intense. The last line is just hilarious, though. Reading this, I am reminded of Hannibal Lecter, although of course he would make his own sauce.
Thanks for sharing this. -
Lol..,. but I think you need help!!
Yeah, you wrote this very well. Excellent imagery and some amazingly phrased lines.
For example
....and my musical entertainment ceases,
Allowing me to contemplate the silence of her heart.
I love the reference to sound.
Maybe you watch too much CSI??
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Ha! Yes...
I like it. All that terror and then the humorous line at the end.
You choose your words well and the image you paint is certainly dramatic and horror filled. I could feel my blood run cold. It is great to read a poem with so much emotion.
Brr! I shudder...and then I laugh, but it did not make me feel hungry at all. .
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