The Taste Catching Hold (Part 2)

On all fours I come in low exploding into your chest landing on you knocking the wind from you, and while you gasp for your life giving gas I bite into your left arm, snapping the bone near the shoulder and with a furious twist rip it off, then let it fall to the floor. The wind of life rushes into your lungs and leaps out as a scream that could freeze you in your tracks. A volcanic shower sprays from your stub bathing me, matting my fur. I lurch in fangs cutting into your right side near your last two ribs and as the blood coats my front side I can feel the skin warm where it lands. My jacket swirls from a breeze trying to get into my bones to stall the inevitable, lunging through it I slash open your belly spilling your innards like a child tripping with its Easter basket, almost exploding into the air, my dusty heart tries to beat but cracks releasing my last bit of humanity to the heavens making your destiny certain, I will make your body inadequate for life, unable to sustain its hold.