She slams him on the table top
Grabs him tight, so he cannot move
The knife then makes a sudden drop
Allowing him to feel the groove.
The violent slash, leaves juices splashed.
Red splatters fly in all direction.
And now he rests, in a pool of red
Awaiting his destined dissection
The lethal sharpness of the blade
Marches through his skin like an armed parade.
An accomplished glow fills up her eyes
As she breaks him down slice by slice.
So thin, some are almost transparent
A clever attempt, to cover a murder apparent.
Her eyes latch on to her next victim, that she fancies calling 'o-n-i-o-n'.
As she rolls her eyes and slowly exclaims, "finally the tomatoes done!".
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