Hi, My Name is Jack

As my pen sat on the paper,

I began to think about my first victim.

I wondered about how it felt

when my knife sliced her throat.

I remembered the crimson river

that sparkled with diamonds.

This river was the most beautiful river

that I'd ever set my eyes on.

I thought about the pain

she was experiencing. It seemed

as though she was in bliss.

The knife went through her as if her neck

was a pillow; a smooth sheet. This beautiful bejeweled, crimson river

flowed with ease. It was as though it wanted

me to set it free. But the pain behind it...

In a way, pain decreased as it

moved towards the head. A stumped toe

felt like a planetary collision.

Yet, a bullet to the back of the head

was said to be painless.

A knife to the throat should feel like a feather.

It should tickle her soul. Maybe, the bejeweled,

crimson river rushed out because of the sweet

touch of a feather.

I remembered her moans of pleasure.

I was not aroused by them. This was her

job. She was the filth of the streets;

a predestined harlot. The number of men

that witnessed her body was immense. She was a woman

who never had innocence. She lost her virtue

in the arms of her mother; in the sheets of her fathers.

My beautiful bejeweled, crimson river

wanted me to deliver it from its diseased body.

Her screams when she saw the knife

approach her aroused me; filled me with joy.

Her screams were a beautiful melody.

Her first scream was the soprano note

on durme, her last scream was the alto

note of sin ansia y dolor.

With her last scream replaying in my mind,

the bejeweled, crimson river flowing, I penetrated

her body once more. I enjoyed it.

Her river stopped flowing. I wanted more of it.

I opened her chest and abdomen and searched throughout her body

looking for more. I found her stomach. I found

improperly chewed foods. It was as if she only swallowed

her food whole. I needed to see my river again.

I finally found it when I pulled out her heart.

I squeezed it in my palms. It was a beautiful sight.

I sewed her body closed, knowing I will not find

more of the bejeweled, crimson river within her.

I searched for it in every body I preyed

upon after her. I guessed that the bejeweled,

crimson river was only present in a virgin kill.

I turned to my paper and began to write.

Hi, my name is Jack...