my snow white

her skin, white as fresh fallen snow against the crimson pooling in her naval
the hilt of the knife buried deep in her heart
first look it was like a well known fable
until I started dissecting her apart

body parts put nicely in packages
with care and precision
to be sure there would be no damages
a sick sort of thought a captured vision

stored nicely in a freezer in an old storage shed
a compliment that I envisioned in my head