A Crack in the Table
Lancelot stabs Guinevere.
She falls.
He flees.
Monstrumologist
- The heart oozes
Red stains on gloves
Once sterile
Bits of muscle and fat
Cling to his apron -
All that is left of the girl
Reduced to so much offal
A science experiment
A project
Nothing more
Nothing less
Nothing at all
- There is no pleasure
In the cut of his scalpel
There is only curiosity
At what lays beneath the pallid complexion -
He is sorry
For her loss
He is sorry
He is
Sorry
No matter the destructon he brings her
He has his Angel
To love instead
An Angel like no other
With gaping maw and dragging claws
An insatiable appetite
For misery and despair
He cannot deny that Angel
So broken
He looks well in comparison
- Another slice
Another rivulet of red
The end of a life -
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