Ripper LullabyMy dear, I do not mean you well--Ripper Lullaby8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I mean to open up your chest
and see what mangled mess did dwell
behind your loose, much-handled breast.
I mean to, on the acrid air,
taste that which once your veins carressed.
I mean to finger your insides
and know each soft and cooling part--
your calloused knees and glassy eyes,
your blackened lungs and ruined heart.
Some place where no one will pass by
I mean to take you all apart.
I'll slit your throat just so, dear miss--
you will not have a chance to scream--
razors were made bad girls to kiss,
to open them to drain and dream.
You'll barely feel its gentle touch.
I do not think you'll mind it much.