I want to fold origami from the ***** of your skin
I want to spread rivulets of your blood in a lucid spray
I’ll etch my mind onto the bleached bones of your shin
I’m going to snicker when you shriek, your face in flimsy pieces
My wicked humor is black-hearted: subversive and oh so facetious
Can you feel your tummy split in two?
Those entrails will make an excellent noose
Your growls of agony serve as my cue
How easily the intestines begin to come loose!
I will discard your humanity with methodical prejudice
Your repugnant form will be an artist’s crimson kiss
I will return you to an easel of decay
To my gallery of dirt, flies, and fleas
You will hang in the decadence of quietus
A pendulum of rot, swinging death’s aroma into the breeze