Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems
Creasing His Collar
she leans into it sweating over the board pushing the pointed weight with a smile satisfied by the feel of stainless steel sliding smooth across the neckline she plunges her thumb into the red button savoring the drama of the steam burst the gurgling scream of heat and horror beneath her hands the fabric fizzles and his collar crisps starched stiff and nicely browned with what's left of his jugular blood percolating in the steamer