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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