born in a fever

fired anticipation

burns within me

revealed in illness

at infancy

whispering jack

born in a fever

twice as sharp as a butcher's cleaver

aesthetic blade

let death be quick

gaslit street

a butchers trick

whispering jack

born in a fever

twice as sharp as a butcher's cleaver

your mind is bled

hunger's been fed

every woman's body par'

to some it's meat

to me it's art

i've taken my need

left her my seed

autumn of terror

white chapel homicides

addiction for suffering

for all the whores that died

.i send you half the kidney i took. the other i preserved. i may send the bloody knife that took it out