Free verse № 61751
A Surgeons Butchery
Withered bones rattle while
an old woman watches blood
slowly seep from her lovers
stomach.
Her eyes follow the movement
of the switchblade, watching
her lovers life fade as the mad
surgeon slices lesions all over
soft flesh.
Pupils go wide, terror stiffens
her entire body, while the surgeon
closes his black bag and departs,
leaving the screen door swinging,
echoing the shrill screams bidding him
farewell.
13 comments
not big on the way it begins. it seems too jumpy and not in the good way.
Jumpy? exactly what are you trying to say? explain.
lesion:
Any break in the skin or an organ caused by violence or surgical incision
uh oh? rilke, cmon now.. do your research before yappin!!!
I have seen better from you so since I know what you are capable of I'll give a 4.
hey, girlie, you going to tap dance anytime soon?
This work captures the essence of a cold and calculating killer. Your use of surgeon as killer brings this point home quite well and I did get a feel for the terror of it all. However, I have seen you bring words together in a more fluid and tastey fashion. Not your best but still good. P.S. I gave serious thought to your last message to me regarding the need to open up and just let it out. You were right. On the way to work this morning while in the midst of a traffic jam (i'm in New York City) I came up with something that I posted earlier this morning. Take a look see and let me know what you think. Joe.
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