Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

Night Shade of the Willow (Part 3)

and me as well,
    through it
       I spring forward
 biting into
        the lushes flesh
in her upper chest
  near the right shoulder.
As my teeth
  burst through the skin
and the delicious
   life supporting fluid
       explodes in my mouth,
shards of bliss
race over my nerves,
  driving into my brain
tearing open
    the floodgates, 
now the feeding
                    begins.
Using my claws
   I suck her body
     underneath me
         hunkering down
for the feast.
Without abandon
  I start,
sinking teeth
    into her thigh
        with the last
still thrashing on the couch,
        (my true target).

After a few moments
   I hesitantly
          pull myself away,
    time for the finale.
Grabbing the last
      by the right ankle
I yank her
onto the blood covered floor
before the fire,
     then sever her right foot
         from her body
and plunge the stub
      into the flames,
                cauterizing it.
After releasing 
   a Hellenic scream
         she faints…......

She awakens
   sprawled out on the floor,
                      unrestrained,
I watch from
       a shadow in the corner,
she starts
    to pull herself
out of the gore
                that was her friends
and I fly out,
      slashing her
across the back
then into the shadow
under the end table.

After awhile
I see that 
      she’s given up,
  slowly,
      starting as smoke
I materialize before her
  and sit her up
        then mockingly
  fix her hair a little,
in her eyes
  I can see
    she thinks she knows
                       what’s coming.
To prove her wrong
   I hold the right side
of my trench coat open 
and shove her head
      into the vast,
                dark, vileness
  that is me,
I can feel her screams
  vibrate through
    the night like essence
                   of myself,
though
     not a single sound escapes.

When I shake her
       out of my coat
she is as pale
  as new fallen snow
and trembling 
                  uncontrolably.

Leaning down
    I bite out a chunk
from the back
       of her left arm,
she doesn't even
make a sound,
it seems I've
       broken her,
driven her
    soul right out of her,
             oh well,
so I gorge myself on her,
             seditiously,
leaving pretty much
    only a gut pile,
        and a bunch of bones.

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