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