Mediocre Poem

I kill people 

I strangle them and watch their breath 

wither away

like a flower torn out the steady soil

I chop them up into little pieces

each cut akin to that of a world-class chef

maybe a bit too much

or too little

I relish in the guts, the bloody guts, the slimy and stinky yet somehow of nature 

all bundled up in a gruesome harmony

they plead to moisture

a garden

of carcasses 

I gently stroke every petal 

admiring the rather intricate anatomy

of the corpse

of the bloody and stinky and slimy

yet somehow of 

beautiful

colorful

and bursting with life

or what is left of it

nature

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