Slasher Poem
Like a flower ripped from a flower bed
What kind of gifts do lovers send,
Like a promise hissed when teeth are clenched
Her love for him would never end
Like a kiss laid on her tight pursed lips
She squirmed, she moaned, she asked for this
But still he will always hurt the one he loves
With iron fist in velvet glove
And now she is another ghost
Another love he won't let go
So another he takes to his married bed
For he loves the touch the taste of flesh
And when she says no, again he hears a yes
For he's the master of this nest
She screams and screams when he bares her breast
With his blades for fingertips
He tells her she should make a gentle wish
As he cuts and cuts and cuts and slits
And now she is another ghost
Another love he won't let go
An eternity's not long enough for him
He does not marry on a whim
He collects lying tongues and crying eyes
Always ready to sacrifice
He's had about a hundred different wives
He's loved their skin and their insides
He keeps alive that eternal flame of love
By killing flesh when it gives up
Be careful whom you do betroth
Lest you become another ghost