You are hollow and sharp--
        not exactly hollow, but full of holes
        where your guts should be.

You are rust and cruelty,
all ancient bloodstains and missing
hunks of steel.

You are afraid of your angles
        the wicked serrations of your tongue.

You lick your own wounds
to taste blood wondering if
it really tastes like you at all
or more like the leftover bits of flesh
still stuck between your crooked teeth.

        But you don't frighten me, Bonesaw;
               your razor blade arms are nothing but home.

By: Cedric  McClester

Interrogated, tortured,
Then killed
Just the way
The Saudi Prince had willed
An oppositional voice
Finally stilled
On Turkish soil
His blood was spilled

The Turks have
A surveillance tape
That would leave
Your mouth agape
The Saudi reporter
Could not escape
A sicker equivalent
Of *******

Prince Muhammad bin Salman
Hatched the plot
So ask yourself
What have we got
How can anyone
Befriend that snot?
While the bonesaw they used
Is still hot

Nine-Eleven involved
Nineteen of them
They’re the **** of the earth
Or the phlegm
We spit out our mouths
When we can
They’re worst than
The Ku Klux ****






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

Eyes filled with pure malice..
lying gouged out on the floor..
a grin of pure ******
blood rushing out of my mouth
tongue cut out
panting heavily
pain raises
adrenaline..
endorfine..
to a maximum
this feels so, incredibly... good..
God..
On the edge of embodying madness
still pushing it's bounderies
I fasten the tourniquet..
One leg left to go..
Haha!
the dull bonesaw enters my flesh
cutting through the nerves..
slowly..
savoring..
panting..
with one arm left
I turn towards my desk
grab the quill and parchment.
this is going to be my masterpiece
hahahahahahahahaha