blood bath

Naked in the tub
gently scrubbing away all the dirt
"such a lovely evening" she thought

the scented candles
in the necks of beheaded bodies,
a scent strong enough to please
but not strong enough to overwhelm her friends
each hanging on a wall,
such lovely canvases each portraying
their artwork of scars and bruises
around her tub

reaching for soap made of fat
a fat that had no use in her world
a fat wasted by others merely adding more fat
a fat that would finally ooze out its purpose
over all her curves to keep beauty.

mixed with blood in the tub
thick red gold covering every inch
turning her on
fully submerged into her red sea
the true connection between her and her victims
her countless victims
all had their place
all had their purpose

while emerging out her bath
allowing the blood to drip off her nude figure
never too hasty to dry it off
even licking some off the corners of her mouth
savouring its taste

walking to the skinned off face
of a man with a beard
in the eye sockets are mirrors
as well as the mouth
"the beard is a nice touch for my mirror" she thought

picking up a toothbrush
walking to her tub peacefully
whilst dunking it in
then returning to her beardy friend
to add a red shine to her smile

Concluding her peacefully evening
reaching for a skinned corpse on her towel rack
covers her body
quietly say "what a lovely bath I had"