Cool fingers around my neck

Squeeze for an delightful sound

While cracking different kinds of bones

“Dear, dear

Sweety, I’m here,”

Trailing their fingers to my chest

Cool fingers surround my heart

Squeezing in glee at the watery sound

While my murky blood stains their mouth

“Dear, dear

Have a taste will you?”

They offer me their lips; I drink

Hot blood invades my throat

The taste, the sweet, metallic taste

Leaves me begging for more

“Sir, sir

More please; continue my suffering!”

My mouth begs, even as their cool fingers descend

Hot pain erupts from my abdomen

Their punch was hard—needed

Looking up, I their bloodstained lips curve

“Sir, sir

More sir, more!”

But they do not—

So I dig my own cool fingers into my chest

Curling them carefully around my neck

Surrounding them upon my heart

Squeeze

Listen

Drink