Craving

Craving took over Twisted her neck like a soda cap The woods were silent All you heard was the snap Dragged her body Through the remains of the party She was a lonely girl Drank herself numb with Bacardi She confessed to suicidal thoughts As I slid my hand up her thigh Her shy smile invited me in Waking up thoughts I couldn’t deny Pressed her up against the tree With her throat in my hand Felt her pulse under my fingers The thoughts I could no longer stand To see everything inside That lies underneath her skin Bones, intestines The tongue behind her grin Tied her limbs To that old wooden gate Behind it is a shed I helped build when I was eight It houses my possessions Ribs of animals, jars of human remains A bloodstained shirt from a hitchhiker I think Steven was his name Decorated the grass With her intestines and fingertips Created a stream of her blood That started from her lips With acid I separated her flesh from bones Put it into garbage bags Hid it in the basement of my home In the shed is a piece of her In a jar locked away I can still hear it beating Whenever the craving wants to play