A Serial Killer's EpiphanyA Poem by Josh MatteoHere 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 MatteoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJosh MatteoSanta Ana, CAAboutMy name is Josh, I go to school in upstate NY. Any questions just ask. -Josh Matteo more..Writing
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