Skin Him
by William Donica (me)
I'll kill you now,
You worthless swine.
I'll hang your skin
Upon a line.
I'll cut your veins
And crush your head.
Until you're cold,
Bloody, and dead.
I'll slice your flesh.
The blood and gore
Forms a puddle
Here on the floor.
I'll tan the hide.
My leather coat
Made from your back,
Chest, legs, and throat.
I'm finished now.
I'll try it on.
All trace of life
Is long since gone.
Oh, how it fits!
So soft and light.
Maybe you shouldn't
Have caused that fight.