day 11

JACK THE RIPPER AND A BROKEN HEART

Ah…

The first time I had ever felt so broken
was after falling in love with a prostitute
She was the first woman to ever tell me that I was unlovable
She said I was insane
I am just a little too brilliant
and
fascinated by anatomy
I love women who are open to being open.

The second woman to tell me I was unlovable
was Miss Mary Nichols

I let her go easily.

Just a hole in her throat and an open chest
inviting me to take a look at her heart.

She bled for me,

Enough to fill two wine glasses.

I suppose she had too much to drink that night.

And the third woman to tell me I was unlovable

was Miss Annie Chapman.

Oh Miss Annie…

She wouldn’t let me hold her

I placed my arms around her shoulders

And she just shrugged

Like I was just a worn out peacoat

So I tore out her intestines

Curly. She wore them like her hair that night

Slightly off the shoulders

Something to keep her warm until she found warmth in a coffin

Then there was Miss Elizabeth Stride,
the fourth woman to call me unlovable

The grocer sold us grapes that day

She was nice

We walked together like man and wife

Until she started walking away

It became man and knife and a bag of grapes that would never become wine for lovers

The fifth woman to call me unlovable was Miss Catherine Eddowes

Oh what a woman

She wanted nothing to do with me

But I didn’t either

I didn’t have time for a drunk housewife

Nor did anyone else.

She squealed a little but I got the job done

Opened her body up like wings

If I had more time

I would have suspended her by her intestines

Instead I laid them out for all of the town to see

This is not the kind of woman you play dress up with

She will hurt you in heels and a nice hair do

I kept her ear as a souvenir

A reminder

That someone out there will always listen to me

The last woman to ever call me unlovable
was dear Miss Mary Jane Kelly

Ha

Sweetheart would never stand a chance as a real housewife

Being six weeks behind payment is not what a real lady does

I drained her of her sins.

I painted her death bed with her own body.

It was a masterpiece at best.

A breast as a pillow and the other by her foot

A drunken liver between her feet

Intestines by the right hip

Spleen by the left

Chopped off her eyebrows

Chopped off her nose

Chopped off her ears

And chopped off her prose

Oh ha ha what a wonderful exhibit

Miss Mary Jane was the definition of naked

Ha ha ha ha

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They didn’t call me Saucy Jacky for fun.

I emptied out her abdominal cavity

A good whore should never possess any amount of sweetness