The Butcher

A woman.

The Butcher has my love tonight

and she does her job well

my burning flame from long before

you'd never be able to tell

that the package of minced regret and shame

the aftermath of her blade

was once a vein of admiration

a commitment sadly never made

through all the blood she cannot see

where her knife tends to stray

cutting through the hearts of men

who are better left to fray

but in the end it's not her fault

I should have known better

condemned to abstain from telling her

I reply “How is the weather?”

Reviews

[Caradoc]

She sounds gruesome, very "Fatal Attraction" like. The description of this person sounds a lot like a few people I used to know.

I wonder though, does she really fail to see the blood and the hearts left torn? Or is it that she simply does not care?

The weather is abysmal, I say. Can't take three steps without someone inviting you to dinner, your heart the main course.

Good piece.

-Caradoc