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And read the goriest bits Of stories about killers. Both real deaths and fantasy The horrors all intrigue me. Stories about brutal rape And murder in serial. I read about each murder As if I were the killer And when they chop up bodies The blood rushes to my head And I get dizzy and high On the rush of the challenge. I relish it -- the maiming Dicing and slicing bodies Into pieces of treasure Now trophies in my freezer. Sometimes I watch my husband With a cold steel knife running Against my fingers and thumbs. Imagining I’ve become The terrors that I read.