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Selected (Part 2)

I feel my muscles
   cord up with tension ,
  can almost hear them creak
in the strain.
Lumbering over
  I lean in close,
he seems
    on the verge of passing out
face white as paste
and he flinches as my breath 
  smacks him in the face.

I reach down 
    and shove a claw
into his right leg,
that gets his blood flowing again
and his scream intoxifies me,
I snap my teeth
             into his shoulder
and fling him against the wall.
He hit the floor
  and I leap upon him,
sinking in my claws,
      locking his corpse beneath me.
Lashing at him 
 with my paws
I dig into his chest
    tearing away
       the flesh
   and snapping 
the ribs like twigs…….
     I pause…
to watch the heart
       throb and convulse.

Blood dripping 
from my now matted fur
         I begin
by biting off his right arm
then grabbing hold 
           of the wrist
I tear off the bicep
with my jaws
mashing it with my molars,
   and as it slides 
down my throat,
Always watching 
            his expression,
       I shiver.
With heart rate speeding
  I rip away
the chunky part
      of the right thigh,
pin it to the floor
  then devour it
      resting my torso
upon his.

I eat
  into the left leg
hunkering down,
     guarding my prey,
there is so much blood
I can feel the hair
   on my snout
     weighed down
       like when you walk
in a heavy rain.

I stop long after
   the heart 
      became still,
push my bloated body
off the remains
and lope away,
  almost drunkenly.
And if
   there was some one there,
they’d see
      the grin of satisfaction
           upon my face,
and me 
licking the juicy chunks 
from my snout
    as I depart.

Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009

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