Poetry

Last telling the tale of the lovely Kate
About to ask for our first formal date

The God's had decreed her to my collection plate
Quenching the thirst of the devil's mortality rate

I question where to make the first incision
Transverse above the breast my decision

Opening organs as flowers once bloomed
Soon to be desecrated under the soil entombed

She is soiled and defilied and bears another's child to the naked eye unforeseen
The shower's steam sparkle n' gleam as I carve the liver and oh such a tender spleen
The pericardium fluid washes away the liver's bile an ultimate climactic  aquamarine
Fondling the liver I can almost forgive her for she herself a mere child seventeen

Dazzling Brilliant Ruby Red droplets create pattern from this Intimate Splatter
I'm calm and composed not like Alice's friend the chaotic brain scattered Mad Hatter.