Found her.

Stalked by your lover.

Your beautiful hair the way it flows

The way you look while you sleep at night.

The clothes you wear.

The shoes you own. I can’t wait to hold you.

I can’t wait to put you in the basement.

Stuffing your beautiful

Plump.

Soft.

Beautiful lips with sand.
Your body covered in blood.

My blade running down your skin.

I want all of you and nothing less.

I want to eat you

All of you, your taste on my lips.

Goodness. 

Reviews

[JayG]

So, you took a short personal violence fantasy and broke it into short lines. In what way does that make it a poem? You use no poetic language, no prosody, or any of the skills of the profession.

"Stuffing your beautiful Plump Soft Beautiful lips with sand," seems a bit silly, and pointless, in what way is it poetic?

Forgetting the subject matter, they've been refining the skills of poetry for centuries. Why not take advantage of that?