Murder Poem

A poem about control

Murder Poem

17th of August 2009.
06:27.

The knife goes in 
Deep. 
Like A punch.
Cold;
Grating against 
The 
Ribcage,
My whole body 
Shuddering. The sound
Is difficult to describe
As there is so much going on.
But if I concentrate,
I can hear a crunch, 
As metal connects 
With muscle, fat, and tissue,
And bone.
We are close. You and I
Killer and victim. I can
Smell your sweat. I can
feel you against me.
The moment is frozen.
I can kiss you, as you 
Penetrate me. 
There is no past life
Flashing. No regrets,
No dreams.
Just metal in flesh.
Order in chaos. 
Whistling, as I birth
Blood from my mouth,
Froth flowering upon my lips,

Like red orchids. 

You sever my carotid artery
Break my hyoid bone 
Puncture my lung 
Give me a bleed on the brain

Your face is the last face. 
As the knife is pulled out,
There is pain. The knife is
Pulled out and stuck into 
My back. In all twenty-five 
Stab wounds. 

Because I left you. 

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me at age 9

me, aged twenty-one

me, aged twenty-three (with our first child)

us (three months before you kill me)

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