A night out with Jeffrey dahmer
Audrey Schlimmer
"Sweet Tooth" Lindy Heister
I watch him standing by the bar
His cheeks flushed pink reveal a scar.
A jagged knot on his perfect face
Surreal and odd and out of place.
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He laughs and my stomach drops
He’s foolish, loud, and never stops.
I want him gone, he serves no need
I walk on by and he grabs my sleeve.
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I think of ice upon his skin
The way he’ll tremble when the drugs sink in.
How I can’t wait for that sick delight
I take his hand and leave for the night.
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He’s gone before we find the door
Stumbling and slow and on the floor.
I slide a hand around his waist
And joke about his taste to drink.
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He doesn’t laugh, he doesn’t blink
His eyes are closed and he’s ceased to think.
Quickly get him in the car
Gently; he doesn’t need another scar.
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I’m speeding now, he starts to wake
He doesn’t realize what’s at stake.
Another drink and then he’s gone
We’re almost home–it won’t be long.
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The street light catches on his face
I carry him into my place.
He won’t leave; I know he’ll stay
In the bath tub, he now lays
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The glint of silver in the light
The smell of his body is a delight.
I can’t hold back, I’m so close now
He won’t come back anyhow.
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I take a breath, this comes with ease
I think I’ll start below his knees.
Crimson fills the clawfoot tub
Down the drain it starts to blub.
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Water adds a pretty pink
I move his feet into the sink
First the right and then the left
I go back and fetch the rest.
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His hands, so slim, are beauty unreal
I think I’ll keep this from this kill.
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It’s time to stop
I need a drink
If I go too long, I overthink.