Meditational Murder.

Her Head was floppy,

His usual way of meditational murder.

 

Her shoes were small,

Holding what was left of her delicate feet

His usual way of meditational murder.

 

Kicking the corpse into the trash

And placing the feet into his stash

The psychotic man smiled.

His fetish was almost complete

 

Staring at his treasures,

He traced the lifeless souls of each

 

His Usual Way of Meditational Murder.

 

Author's Note

Critisism welcome...
The constructive kind.

Reviews

[emma]

whoa. my eyes literally widened all manga-like when i read, "kicking the corpse into the the trash and placing the feet into his stash." Very powerful and really well done. one suggestion would be to make it a bit longer. but all in all, i loved it :)

[reflectingus]

This poem is so powerful, and I just devoured every word with such interest. I also like how you kept it short and yet powerful in those little lines. I just read the whole thing intently. Loved it :)

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ooh that was creepy..the repetitive lines added to the feeling..great poem