THE BRAINLESS CORPSE IN VELVET

10 PM DINNER

my teeth submerge into a sweet juicy

heaven, the need to chew and consume

temporarily sated, mouth filling with her

scent, slightly sour, the acid monster that

keeps me alive bludgeons up against me,

begging for more, and more, and more.

i hold it in comfort, an attempt to soothe

its writhing demand for sustenance

and before i know it, color vanishes

and i'm in the kitchen alone with my desire

once again