The Taste Catching Hold (Part 2)
On all fours
I come in low
exploding into your chest
landing on you
knocking the wind from you,
and while
you gasp for
your life giving gas
I bite
into your left arm,
snapping the bone
near the shoulder
and with a furious twist
rip it off,
then let it fall
to the floor.
The wind of life
rushes into your lungs
and leaps out
as a scream
that could
freeze you
in your tracks.
A volcanic shower
sprays from your stub
bathing me,
matting my fur.
I lurch in
fangs cutting into
your right side
near your last two ribs
and as the blood
coats my front side
I can feel the skin warm
where it lands.
My jacket
swirls
from a breeze
trying to get
into my bones
to stall the inevitable,
lunging through it
I slash open
your belly
spilling your innards
like a child
tripping with its Easter basket,
almost exploding
into the air,
my dusty heart
tries to beat
but cracks
releasing
my last bit of humanity
to the heavens
making your destiny certain,
I will make
your body
inadequate
for life,
unable
to sustain its hold.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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