Ang mga tula para sakanya

4. Last telling the tale of the lovely angella

About to ask for our first formal date

The Gods had decreed her to my collection plate

Quenching the thirst for Satan's mortality rate

I question where to make the first incision

Transverse above the breast my decision

Organs opening as flowers once bloomed

Soon to be desecrated under the soil entombed

The garden's daffodils n' roses of varying hues

Crimson pinks, scarlet shades of violent blues

She is soiled and defiled and bears another's child to the naked eye unforeseen

The shower's steam sparkle n' gleam, as I carve the liver and oh such a tender spleen

The pericardium fluid washes away the liver's bile, an ultimate climactic aquamarine

Fondling the liver I can almost forgive her for she herself a mere child seventeen