I hate to waste
The blood that gushes
Forth from the flesh
That I tear with my teeth
The heart seed
In the center
Still beating
The sweet taste
On my tongue
In my hands
Half of the body
Still itself
Though mangled
The other half
Chewed, swallowed
Eaten
And inside
Now part of me
No screams
From the victim
Just snaps
As the skin breaks
And then soft
Slushing
As ivory knives
Cut through its innards
It knew
When it was growing
Drinking
From the fountain of youth
It knew its purpose
Was to be eaten
Everything must die
Maybe being eaten
Isn’t such
A bad way to go
September 10, 2021 at 12:30PM