I Ripper

I Ripper

These shadows know better than to offend me
they cloak me segregate from this feter
lookie this specimen she
but wears excrement like lace
walks towards my covert posture
delivering her chin to my chest
as if she had reason to raise it
her grubby corset hangs loose
but spills soft white mounds over and out
they fall and rise with bewitching motion
and for a moment repulsion and dense scrutiny  
turn tail to lust
my chagrin trembles!
so i move to cut out what offends me
snatching her femme fatale from this pretty moonlight
and i drag her back into ugly darkness
i slice with knowing flick of the wrist
cutting the feminine and human from my witness
leaving warmth only in the red congeal surrounding her
a cadaver at best...
ro be tossed out like old rubbish
deserved