Bloodlist (a gore contest entry)

I open my front door
Heart beats faster
Thinking, remembering
All those things you said.

Scents of bleach and blood
Make my blood run hot
But yours, dear, will run cold soon.
But, it will never be enough for me.

You lie there, broken, bloody and afraid
As I come to you with my dull-edged blade.
Justice will be served.

I hear your pleas while making the new cuts,
One for each sin you’ve done.
Blood dried on your frightened face
From last night’s play.

Take your eyes for your looks of hatred, and
I watch your face contort with agony.
Blood wells where you once saw me.
Can you taste it?  Not for long.

Take your tongue for all your lies.
Like a red rope, it comes out of you
an inch at a time.
Scream all you like, you’ll be silent soon.

Your ears are next, my dear.
A dull serrated knife should do.
First deafening you with two quick stabs,
Then remove the parts folks can see.

You try to twist and turn, but you’re
caught, chained down.
Too far away from where anyone would hear the sounds

Are you ready now, ready to end it all?
Too bad, I’m not finished playing with you yet.
A sharpened spoon, to cut out your Adam’s apple.

Hungry, are you?
Very well, I shall give you to eat.
Thirsty, are you?
Very well, I shall give you to drink.

A sip of blood, and a taste of yourself
Should sustain you until I’m done.
Just long enough.
Until you’re done.

You’re fading, though, so I must be quick.
But how to make it an eternity for you?
I carve you as a sculptor would her clay.
One finger, two, and the blood runs hot.
One wrist, then two, and the steam is gone.

I’d better hurry.

Panic, and still the rage…

I cut, slash, rip, tear you asunder.
Your now warm blood spashes the walls.
Screaming, both of us, and still I hate you.
Hate you, hurt you, make you cry.

It’s finally over, I step back a bit.
The walls shed blood, your body is slit.
Mangled and broken, you’re finally gone.
The light left your eyes, as I watched, it was done.

I pick up the pieces, the wet and the dry.
Mop up, wipe up, hose down the floor.
As the last of your blood swirls down the drain,
I cross off your name.