The Dissection

Found her in a field, she's been dead for days
Livid turning purple
Rotten blood is pooling, deep within her flesh
No one recognized her
Zipped up in a body bag, carted to my morgue
For examinations
Lurid autopsy, making the incisions
I become excited

The dissection

Cutting deeply, in her body
Blackened blood smears on my face as I unwind your organs
Stench of death now fills the room where I will do my bidding

Your death is foul

Autopsy reveals that you were killed by blunt objects
Cranial fragments lodged in your cerebral cortex
Neck bones are shattered by someone's rage and deep hatred
Eyeballs are bulging from your head, staring in anguish
Sexual trauma is evident in all places
All points of entry are ragged, torn up, open wide - left for dead
The dissection

The slashes on your torso indicate a long ordeal
Some wounds already healing, others surely postmortem
Your legs are twisted backward, mangled limbs, a long ordeal
The punishing was heinous, brutally you lost your life

Found her in a field, she's been dead for days
Livid turning purple
Rotten blood is pooling, deep within her flesh
No one recognized her
Zipped up in a body bag, carted to my morgue
For examinations

Autopsy reveals that you were killed by blunt objects
Cranial fragments lodged in your cerebral cortex
Eyeballs are bulging from your head, staring in anguish
Sexual trauma is evident in all places, a dead whore

She's done,
no more,
the dissection