A Serial Killer's EpiphanyA Poem by Josh Matteo
Here is a more imagery-packed poem. Vale Vale Vale is a Roman saying that they used to say at a funeral.
His knife carves his name on her chest
And he chuckles to himself
Bearing her heavy body on his shoulders
(such a burden).
She limply dangles and says nothing
For she is as dead as the heart in his chest
Pumping grime and dirt
Through his bulky body.
He pulls her down with him to the basement
Grunting with every step into the dark abyss
Where the furnace is located.
Her hair is long and whips his face
Her breasts and hips are cumbersome to carry
But he makes it to his small room.
Slamming her on his table,
He begins to dissect her mind
Trying to figure out her complex brain
Only to realize it is just like his
He opens her chest to find her heart
And pulling out the two he compares
Only to realize they are the same
The liver, the spleen, the pancreas and the stomach
They are the same with his
He asks, why is she any different
But before he can answer himself he realizes
He is hollow now inside
Where his organs would once reside
And he collapses to the ground
Saying his last words
Vale Vale Vale
© 2012 Josh Matteo
Santa Ana, CA
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