The Breeze On My Face (Part 2)
You grow lethargic,
time to get
the blood flowing
again.
I start a low resinous growl
near my diaphragm
letting it build
moving to my chest
where it bounces around
in the hollowness
growing,
and as it escapes,
shaking my teeth,
I materialize
before you,
your scream
makes my hair stand on end,
making my lips curl
in a vicious smile
and as I stare
into your eyes
I knot my fingers
within your hair,
snapping your head back,
and as
the tears leak from your eyes
I lean in close,
licking them
from your cheek
sooo sweet....
my eyes roll back again
and in my ecstasy
I plunge
my left claw
into your belly.
The horrific howl
you release
shatters my eardrums
causing them to bleed
Ahhh....
I twiddle
my fingers
within
your intestines
to get
as much
as I can
from the beginnings
of your death rattle,
causing you
to create
your own
beautiful
requiem.
Slowly,
so slowly,
I slide my hand out,
and as you watch
I play cats cradle
with your innards
tying them in knots,
your gasps and whimpers
are like candy
to my ears,
so sweet,
sooo nice,
eventually
you collapse
from
the delicious pain
and I'm there
within your
last heart beat,
starting to feed
before you even
hit the ground,
flinging chunks
of you
like a wood chipper.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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