Jack the Ripper

They call him Jack the Ripper as he tears every woman’s body to
Shreds until they are unrecognizable. He walks away knowing he
Can still taste their blood and hear their screams. He will horrify you
And me as we could never understand why someone would be
That brutal. Darling, there is that mystery that hangs in the air.
Prostitutes nobody could ever care about. We would never know
Their names, but they are humans and gone too soon. Their long hair,
Shining in the moonlight as they were just trying to make money. The glow
Of their skin is gone too as they look like a mangled porcelain doll.
At some point they may have been someone else’s prized jewel.
I can never imagine them begging for their life, as they crawl
Trying to make their escape into this world, harsh and cruel.