Oh dear

The deer is quiet,
Pricked up ears ready to run,
My movement echoes on hard concrete,
You bound to fast and twist your ankle.

My knife at the ready,
Clutched with white knuckles,
Caught in a flood light,
You stare.

Blood sprays onto my face,
Salty taste moistens my mouth,
I've got a taste for blood and your not my first.

Body writhes and contorts with pain,
You dear,
Were built to be flayed and displayed.

Mutilate the limbs,
Blood pours like the rain,
I take what you took,
My half of sane.

Body exposed for all to see,
I'm not ashamed to take back what makes me.. me.