Foul Murder 4: Chop...Chop...And Laugh

"Repeated cycle over and over and over and over and over....!!"

Chop...Chop...Chop...Chop...Chop...
Laugh.
Murdering is an art!
It takes caution, skill, and smarts.
It also takes a weapon.
In the case of murdering, you can say...
that technically a human murders every day,
may not be of it's own kind, but...
we kill other living things every single day.
Do we see them?
No, maybe, possibly, I don't know. Do you?

I am...
Jack the Ripper!
I murder prostitutes,
women who defile their bodies by
showing off their breasts and bellies...
and innards...to lost men.
I don't know why I kill this specific kind of pray...
but I do...And I know its fun teasing the media.
Maybe I should start murdering the men too...
Sneak into the room while their...going about their business...
...Never mind...That's a nasty thought...
Murderers care about that kind of thing too, you know?

They do not cry.
They don't have time to cry.
They do not scream.
They do not have time to scream.

I slice their throat first,
which means I win from the start.
Then...Save for my third,
I drag their innards around their bodies
like...fuzzy neck boas.
I take no souvenirs...It would cause a havoc...
A havoc I prefer not to have...

Chop...
Chop...
And laugh!
Chop...
Chop...
And laugh!
Chop...
Chop...
And laugh! 

Author's Note

Fourth poem to my Foul Murder series. Thank you for reading.
This is all and nothing but fiction. I did little research into Jack the Ripper...It doesn't take much to get sick of reading what he did to those women.
Please share your thoughts.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Chillling, way beyond excellent for this series Melody

[Melody]

Thank you so much, Neva. :)