05 January 2015

Wicked Thoughts I Think

I sometimes wonder how you'd taste
your lips being ripped by my teeth
blood in my mouth
hearing you scream

I gutted you like a fish
pulled out your innards
fumbled through intestines
reached up

past the diaphragm

to your heart
ripped it out with my hand
still beating
with glee it's devoured
fear filled
I was so thrilled
the memory of the blood
its essence makes me wet
these are some of the thoughts I get

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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