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
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