Visitor

Here I sit
Sewing...
No, not a quilt
Not a dress
But a human.
I am not making a human.
This one I happen to be destroying
I lick the end of the string,
Then put it through the eye of the needle
Slowely and carefully,
I painstakinly pierce through
The skin of the lips
On this being.
Yes, He is alive
But not intact
He deserves what he's getting
What is comming to him...
I continue sewing his lips shut.
He is allowed noise
But cannot make words.
I criss-cross up and down
Lip to lip
Then When I'm done,
I clip the extra string.
This "string" is his skin.
I have skinned this man
Just like a rabbit.
Leftover skin is hanging up in the corner.
I made sure he can see them.
Ive made sure he can see everything
That I am planning to do
And have done.
He's now seen it all...
But one thing I didnt tell you...
I undid his "manhood"
That which once was...

Is
Now
In
His
Throat

I have sewn his lips shut I remind you now
He cannot utter a word.
He is choking on himself
His eyes roll back
All you can see is the white.
I continue...
To sharpen my knife
For the next
visitor...