I wrote the first draft of this on a bit of paper napkin in a Chicago restaurant over ten years ago. I suppose that means I've always been this way.
A Serial Killer's Girlfriend
He cuts me into pieces
and places me in his box
The easier, he says
to carry me
Close beside his heart
It hurts when he snips
my fingers
Less when he slices
my head
I guess numbness
is a symptom that
comes with being dead
Clarissa
So good!
So good!
Argh, what an experience. Serial killer love, lol.