My Design

 

I am a predator of the night
masked by the flesh of another body
to conceal my true face

If you are selected for my feast
your scent must be exquisite
a delectable addition to my recipe box

I pluck you silently from your home
after waiting for you to see me
your fear fills me with pure excitement

The needle puts you into a slumber for a time
I drag you to my workshop so we won't be disturbed
you awake to chains hoisting you up from the ground

My scalpel tears you from your innards
your screams are a delightful orchestra
there is still work to be done

I peel your flesh from bone while you live
I want you to feel death creeping up on you
by a slow strike to the jugular you bleed into my goblet

I enjoyed picking the meat from your bones
still raw and bleeding from your warm corpse
your eyes I keep in a jar so you can see my accomplishments

I travel to the meadow with what's left of your limp body
I present you in the open among the wild flowers
my work will be appreciated in the morning headlines
 
This is my design.