flesh pie

I welcome in my splendid guest - comment on the weather - good or bad, I couldn't ask for a better. rain brings custom from lack of activity, and bright sun brings custom from the cool corners thatI use for work. but business is business - what length sir, short or long? Close or far? ah - moving slowly, cherishing the moment, Imove the cold blade across my finger - still sharp.good. perfect. I smile. move the blade to the neck, the chin - so hard, but to savour the moment is grander than grand - the best of the best this weather. twirling eachtwist just inches from myfleshy prize - below shewaits in greedy lust for bodies; flesh; skin and fatty muscle. not too much fat though, nor gristle- don't be wantingno complaints, she says.the moment draws nearer; I sing my love song - love for the blade, my precious, my darling - glinting in the light of electric energy- I cry to you my precious, my perfect love, my treasure; and bring, you, down and through, down and through - slice, slice, slice - swiftly, smoothly, chop, skin, blood, flesh - mm hmmm hmmm it moves, it cuts right through the bastard's neck and I push my foot down, to release him to her. but he still remains upon my blade, ah - the blood is fresh today, my love, my precious, darling blade- you have done well - your reward my love? I wet my lips with red stained heart juice - fresh from the can, fresh from the drain pipe. ooh yes, fresher than the rain that falls on the valleys in the springtime- fresh fresh fresh and a knock at my door. I extend a greeting hand - and slowly, slowly, smile.