murderer

So here I am, I’m dreaming.
I am an aid to an older man.
I don’t hate this man; in fact I rather like him.
But for some reason he needs to die
I have to do it myself
it seems to be the only way to help him
Late at night, I creep into his room with a gun
I put I silencer on the barrel, and shoot him in the head.
I pull out my knife from the inside pocket of my formal suit.
And I chop his body up into little pieces and place his internal organs in my pockets.
I go on to shoot several other people in the same fashion, same motives; every time changing my suite to hide the smell of grotesque viscera . I cut up their bodies and place their organs in the pockets of my other suits.
after all this is done i meet up with my older sister Erin.
My sister is cold, she wants to borrow a jacket.
I get scared, and I tell her no.
She insists and grabs the first one she sees.
I watch with dread as she slides her hands in her pockets, but there is no negative reaction. She picked a coat without hacked up body in it.
She wants me to go to church with her. I don’t want to, so I stay outside and smoke a cigarette as she is inside.
She says she is disappointed in me for not going to church. I tell her that if she really knew me, church would be the last thing she would worry about.