I don’t have a Tumblr or a pensieve, so, here you go. I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS SOMETIMES. This is my very first piece of fanfic writing for your amusement.
Contains mild S3 Hannibal spoilers through E7, “Digestivo.” Comments may contain spoilers for entire show, and commenters are invited to link their own ficlets about this or any show if they like.
If you don’t watch Hannibal, it’s super-murder-y and gross, so read with caution for cannibalism references and terrible jokes.
A Poem for Will, by Hannibal in the style of Maggie Estep
I know we’re broken up and everything
and you told me you never want to see or think about me again
But let’s face it, this is far from over
I like to serially murder people
and arrange their bodies in elaborate sculptures
it’s all that art history training I guess
I can’t resist a good visual prank
You are the best at looking at murder-sculptures
I mean, other people appreciate my work,
“whoa, that looks complicated”
and “how long did it take you to grow a tree
out of a lady?”
There’s a whole trendy mid-Atlantic murder-sculpture thing now
Though the Meetup members don’t really get along
and they all keep dying
Well, to be honest, mostly I kill them. Remember the guy who
stitched people into a Pantone-quilt?
What other possible way was there for him to go?
Those were good times.
Yes, what I’m best at really
is arranging a person’s most poetic death
dazzling them with my wit and brilliance in their last moments
laying a little Dante on them,
displaying their corpse,
and then cooking it and eating it
(It’s partially a dominance thing
and partially efficiency
Given what I pay for wine, fancy ties
and industrial cleaning products
I’ve got to economize somewhere)
I am the very best at murder
And what you are best at is looking at the things I make
Nobody appreciates it all quite like you
It’s like when Edward tells Bella that she has the best smell
She smells the best of all humans
And he can’t resist it, he wants to eat her, so he marries her
You smell like that horrid cheap cologne you wear
But I know when you’re looking at a man
bent into the shape of a human heart
that you can see my heart
You can see my design
We’re like Edward and Bella, baby
Me so good at sneaking into places and
helping you live your best life
And you so very delicious