My Sestina Poem for class (and yes, i'm aware it's kinda lame)

Ignorant, she stares, smiles,
Unaware of the murder,
The blood under my fingernails,
Which, though I pick, remains,
My red fingers trembling,
My name she calls.

Through the throb, I hear her call,
Her plastic face, her rubber smile,
Her wistful form is trembling,
Her passion as violent as murder,
Her loving gaze remains
Fixed on me, tapping fingernails.

Perfect, French-tipped fingernails,
Clacking out Morse-code calls,
The echo still remains
Of stiletto heels, her laughing smile,
Both approaching the murder,
My breath quivers, trembling.

Her thighs flex, trembling,
She scratches them with fingernails,
As sharp as knives used for the murder,
Both slice flesh with the same call,
One of relief and smiles,
When only guilt remains.

I have hidden the remains,
Though blood still trickles, trembling,
My darling, with her porcelain smile,
My soiled, crusty fingernails,
Both emit the same call,
Of instinct: sex and murder.

I know she won't suspect a murder,
They will never find the remains,
"Where are you dear?" she calls,
Her echo thick and trembling,
Her reaching, grasping fingernails,
Her faltering, flickering smile.

I smile and brush against her fingernails,
The stink of murder on me, decaying remains,
I stifle her calls and trembling.


This is a sestina poem. I wrote it like how it is because the definition said it was usually creepy, so I picked my six end words accordingly (smile, fingernails, murder, remains, calls, and trembling) and built my poem around those words. I didn't particularly like this kind of poetry, because it was hard to get the pattern (it has a very complicated pattern) and hard to work with the same words that many times, but at the same time, it was fun, because I liked the repetitive creepines it caused, and I liked how I could use the same words to mean so many different things, like the trembling which is both the sexual desire of the girl and the nervous excited guilty twitching of the murderer, and the fingernails, which contrast each other with beautiful fingernails and blood-stained murderous fingernails. I thought it was pretty much fun. I think it best suits people trying to make a creepy or scary kind of poem, because the repetition really helps you out with that. Overall, it was fun but hard,...but fun.