In the Mind of a Killer: Part 2

The first one had a meter to it. But this time I felt like having a loose pattern. Goes with this poem. No pattern, just actions.

 As I walk to her window,

I imagine her breathing.

The hot air pushing my bangs away

Her embrace, loving, affectionate

But she's not mine

She refuses to be mine

I MUST make her mine

I will

I part the window and slip inside

Tonight she'll be mine!

My sharpened hunting knife

I've used to carve sticks

Now I use to carve into her chest

Digging it deep, feeling her flesh part

So easily punctured

So soft and delicate

Blood gushes forth

Her gasp ends in gurgles

No more squirming,

Just me and her perfect corpse

All mine

Forever

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Wow, this is another side of a Killer, wow...I can't believe these writes...The stalking, down to the breath that parts his/her hair, such imagery, such nightmare. Wow! I can see the difference between one and two...one seems so hidious as two is a well thought plan to kill her. Great write and thanks for the nightmares...smile

[Cherry Berry]

This is a truly twisted piece. You bring out what I think would be in the mind of a killer with ease. Well penned.
xox
Cherri

[Serend1p1ty]

Oh this is EXACTLY what I was talking about.
There was some sick motive, the emotions were all there.
This has what the other poem lacked.
Great work, you really get more & more skillful with every new poem!

Yours truly,
cloud6

[Jason]

Destruction. Demented. Disgusting pleasure. I like the way you painted the picture of the entrance, ....and the kill...:) Beautiful.