Grandmother's House

"Shhh, don't wake up my grandmother,"
I say to him as we sneak in through
The back door of the small suburban
Home.

We grab a couple of beers out of
The fridge, the bottles lightly
Clinking together as we try
To be as quiet as possible.

He has kind eyes and a warm smile,
Grandma would like him,
I think to myself as he whispers
A work story that I pretend to be
Interested in.

The drinks start to take their effect
On him, his speech becoming
Slurred and he stumbles on words.
He starts to laugh loudly as he
Finishes his story.

"Shhh, grandma is sleeping,"
I warn him, my temper starting to flare
Up as he finds it funny that I live with her.

"Don't worry, handsome, she won't
Even know that I'm here."
He winks at me and places a hand
On mine, giving it a squeeze.

I smile at him and nod.
"You're right, she won't know that you're
Here."

I get up from my seat at the table,
Walk behind him and start to massage
His shoulders.
He starts to moan and groan
As he relaxes, letting his head fall a little.

With one hand, I reach behind my back
And grab a knife from the counter.
With one quick slice, I cut through his
Neck, severing his windpipe and jugular.

The wet, weak gasping sets me on edge,
My pants starting to tighten at the sight
Of his blood spilling everywhere.
"Shhh, don't wake grandma."

Throughout the night, I dismember
The corpse, pleasure myself to the pieces
Of the body, and clean up the mess that
We made.

In the morning, I greet Grandma with
A fresh pot of coffee and breakfast.
"Thank you for cleaning the kitchen,
Jeffy."
I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"You're welcome, Grandma."