Morgue Wives

       Inside my morgue
     seeing my collection for the first time
    categorized and alphabetized
   a timid realization
  no light of hope shining upon your flesh
 dripping with sweat
oh yes
your despair is alluring...
search for a way out
pray your effort
will not be in vain...
                       oh no
                        there is no escape
                        this place
                       will be your grave...
  Preparing a feast
 as I watch you
pining
 drooling
  the urge to indulge
   is almost too much to resist...
       but
     the
   scent
of your predecessor
meat frying - so tender
satiates me...
        I relax
         and let you play
        a little longer...
        it is never wise
       to shop for groceries
      when you're starving...
     I must make this last
    savor the foreplay...

I collect my tools
   as ghosts
     harmonize the scene
       on piano...

        Entering my morgue
         the scent of decay
           is enticing..
    you've soiled yourself...
  have you no shame?
 your incontinence
is repulsing
nonetheless, I proceed..
      muscles
       tensed
        from anticipation
         and exploration
          of your tomb
          my stomach pleads
         for a taste
        seasoned
       and
      filleted
     your flavor
    will be exquisite...

            Don't be afraid...
             my blades?
              Nothing to be nervous about...
               you will remain
        with me
    beyond
        your
     death...
                 voices speak .... no longer my own
                  once again
                 I have lost control...
Yes, hear my word..
preach it to others...
She will have no choice
but to obey..
           spirit leaves the shell
            I capture it..
          skinned and dissected
             gutted and perfected
         hanging
              by
        her
               feet
                to
                  d
                   r
                   a
                   i
                   n
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                   .
                   .
                   eyeing my plentiful bounty
                  flesh opened and drying out
                           eyes for my bedside
           head to my wall
                         hair on my pillow
                 and all the meat
                ready for my freezer
               my stove...

Erection distracts me
       the rest must go on the shelf
       for now
                         I promise you, my love
                      nothing shall go to waste
                    I will cherish you
                  just like the rest
                recite my vows with me
              and never leave...
            Don't be jealous
          I always have time
            for
              my
                morgue wives...