Shoveling Therapy For Serial Killer

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warped

I keep my appreciation hidden
behind a ski mask
as they line up at bus stops
huddle in doorways to avoid the wind

want

it is my nature to take
to enjoy their gifts
love them completely
lust for their virginity

wait

until they soil themselves
with the act of living
precious purity spoiled
spilled in hedonistic behavior

watch

their prancing and winsome dances
I now only relish their deaths
imagine the mute sound of the blade
impassioned by frozen whispers

will

I will watch the metal edge sink deep
I will scrape away the soft to get to the hard
I will watch the light dissipate from them

wilt

shiver rigid in my rage
grow anxious for new ones
that I know will come
as put the mask back in place

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WickedEveWickedEveover 15 years ago
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Oh, this line is so good: until they soil themselves with the act of living

Maria2394Maria2394over 15 years ago
chilling

Your descriptions are very good, and you did it without a ton of adverbs, your word choices are also good, I especially liked "winsome". I think you need another word in the very last line, perhaps "I"? I think you did a good job conveying your images, the title is apt. I enjoyed reading this- the minds of serial killers have always intrigued me.

~ maria

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