The Organ Grinder

He let her bleed
With each drop that exited her body
He fantasized about his future deeds
Dirty deeds they were
He is the Organ Grinder

Her body lay devoid of fluid
The fire behind her eyes used to burn bright
With each slice, that fire died
He plucked out her eyes
Leaving gaping holes where they once used to reside

He took her smile
Carefully carved at the lip line
Dropped it into a jar full of formaldehyde
With a splash, her smile was captured
Her lips forever fixed, a picture frame of horror

With a saw, her head came off
Rolling off the table finding a temporary home on the floor
Ironically, her head halted to a stop in perfect view
Empty holes watched him work
His eyes vibrant, his skin coated in gore.


His cuts became primal
Attacking each limb
He deftly removed them, his face painted with a crooked smile

Separating her skin from the flesh
Cutting precisely
He made sure to take the largest sections
Soon her skin was hanging high
Spaced apart wide, letting it dry
His mind ran wild, he gazed at what was now his prized hide

His work was almost done
He lurked over the skinned and limb free segment that was left
He stopped, savoring the moment
His true passion was abreast
He made no attempt to depress his excitement

A perfectly straight line created his entrance
This cut was now his door
With his bare hands he delved inside
He was no stranger, he knew his way around
Navigating through the entrails
He methodically removed each piece

He organized each organ in a neat line
He would start with the heart
It was his favorite to grind
Sweat gathered on his brow
One by one, slowly going down the row

Each piece that once gave her life
Would pass through the device
Becoming processed
He had taken everything from her
Even the soul she once possessed
It now lay in a chunky pile

As he cleaned up his mess, he reminisced
He collected the jar, his reminder
Her lips rested at the bottom, still an outline
His title now fulfilled

The Organ Grinder


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