I sit up here, watching her.
She has grown on me;
the way she butchers my victims,
not phased by the blood.
I watch from afar,
as sweat gleams on her perfect forehead
in the heat of the cellar.
I do it all for her
At first, it was my blood-lust,
but I saw how happy it made her,
to have work to do,
to have steady business.
Now, every slice of my razor
is for her. My dear Nellie.