s-s-stutter.

I'M EXPERIMENTING. Don't kill me. I'm aware it probably sucks. But I am experimenting with italics because I rarely use them and I think they are amazing tools. I'm also experimenting with phonetics, and i was having fun thinking of new ways to spell the word "stutter."

This poem is based very heavily on Jeffrey Dahmer.
Jdahms was a serial killer in the late 1980's/early 1990's. He mainly preyed on gay boys. He would rape them, kill them, fuck their corpses, dismember them, and then eat them. He attempted to make zombies using the fabulous little acid hydrochloric acid (HCl). He'd pour it into their ears.
When asked why he killed the victims, he told authorities that he killed them because he did not want them to leave. He was known to cuddle the corpses for a few nights before cutting them up.
He would eat their body parts so that his victims were always a part of them and they would, figuratively and literally, never leave him. He would also save body parts in jars, containers, et cetera. Neighbors complained of the smell but he'd always pass it off as something plausible.
I went through an obsession with him over the summer. I think he's one of the cutest serial killers ever (personality wise at least).
(PS - I know it doesn't say anywhere that he had a stutter. I am speculating based on my knowledge of psychology. He was a very antisocial individual, and avoided social interaction. He was a drunk and a drug user. I think it's safe to assume he might have stuttered at least occasionally. After all, many people stutter when they are feeling extreme emotions, which is what I attempt to convey in the poem.)

Hope the poem makes a little more sense now. Tell me what you think.