The Circumcisor

Taken unaware, snatched up in the darkness.
Her intention to slice, to suture foreskin.
Followed home and stalked into the night she shrieks.
Crocheting prepuce into a neck-lace.
Slit the tip, incision and then rip.
She will slice his dick like a banana split.
As she castrates, as the knife scrapes,
dismembered the members are displaced.
Detaching reattaching, a flaccid cock.
Bleagh!
In splendor, cock trophies.
It's Ed Gein, but with peens, severed.
Infatuated and obsessed, flaccid like worms, court adjourned.
Revenge and fascination is combined
into a peaceful psychotic pleasure burst.
Locked in chained down, the thighs open to access the spoils.
Carefully part and peel back the skin, sow it and do it again.
Attraction to foreskin, phalluses,
Scrotum who?
This dick I slit, all men deserve it.
It's thin, the skin that I'm gathering.
Necklace is best, I'll eat the rest.
Tuck your members in cuz I want that skin.