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