I peel through the layers of your epidermis,
slowly, like a lover reeling from their first
caustic embrace.
Then tenderly, so lovingly, I move the flesh, until
your ribs are exposed, proud and bleeding red.


And even though your eyes are dull
(I doubt that they can focus) I still move respectfully,
careful not to hurt you. I've never ever hurt you.
And then! A tap, a snap, a crack as
your ribs bend outwards, disconnected and free.


(I think I hear you moan in lust,
then again it could be me.)


Then my prize, those rare heaving organs;
pumped full and fat with blood.
I lean my mouth to have a taste, just a little,
just this once
and now maybe I'll slip inside of you
whilst you're still warm.


whilst you're still warm.