You Belong to Me

By Isabelle Mascary | Assistant Editor

What was once

yours, is now

mine.

He said while

kissing his

cold lips.

Welcome to

my world!

You can watch,

you can’t run!

You can’t move,

you can’t scream,

you can’t cry

you can’t fight, but

watch what I do to your body tonight.

Wonderful

masculine frame,

every part,

still intact.

Not a bruise in sight,

such a wonderful delight.

Possible aneurysms! Can’t

wait to cut open your skull

and examine your lovely brain.

Much excitement and arousal

simultaneously. You’re my

special balloon,

your blood,

I drain, cut up what remains

then, embalm you.

You will feel no pain.

My eyes gaze upon

such enlarged man parts,

after all, you’re in

the gutter with me.

I do what I please.

I am the final touch

your body will feel,

You will watch and watch some more.

I can’t wait to open you up,

how you once lived, is

how I treat what remains.

I am your undertaker,

welcome to a silent pain.

What is gut wrenching for them,

arouses me.

What smells awful to their senses,

smells fruitful to me.

I have seen

the very young,

and very old,

All colors, different sizes,

each lifeless body, loaded with surprises.

Being a mortician

isn’t as bad

as it may seem.

I lean over and whisper,

                                    YOU BELONG TO ME