Masterpiece
Strings of flesh
hang from my teeth,
my new masterpiece
lays at my feet.
Some body,
all knarled and chewed,
still quivering
and blood spirting
from claw and teeth marks.
Overall still good enough
for another meal,
happy days.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2007
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