Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

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.

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