I killed a man today
I know I shouldn't have, but I did
I killed a man today with an instrument
As blunt as my intention
When I was in bed, I chopped of his head
Not a weapon really, more of a thought of one
I struck at the centerpiece of his torso and cut and cut and cut until
his stomach bled and the bowl howled
I ripped the flesh, trashed the veins, sliced the kidney and
chopped the liver into pieces, which I fried, until they died
I rammed my knife through cheekbones, kneebones, hipbones, shoulder,
anchle and neck bones
Through a cluster of fat and nerves and glue, to watch the show of
blood flood over my brain like November rain
I ripped my twelve inch steal through his lungs and tongues
I cut the cord to his …..belongings
I watched his corpse rot and fall, like nothing at all
I killed a man today
I knew I shouldn't have, but I did
I killed a man, not his body, but his soul, which was whole
Until I said:
Your girlfriend thinks I'm better of in bed
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