A Kind of Bloodlust
To begin with, I deftly rent the body in half, slicing through its soft skin,
the ruby contents spilling onto the floor.
I chose one tool, then another, with which to do my dismembering.
I thought it best to cut each of its parts loose with a sharp knife.
Its lifeblood flowed into a bowl I had placed below the body for the purpose
of catching the nutrient-rich fluids that, until recently, had sustained it.
Each of the sections was then devoured.
Not yet satisfied, I squeezed the innards mercilessly,
greedily drinking the dripping blood one spoonful at a time.
Finished, I cast the empty husk into the garbage bin
and went to wash my hands of the sticky evidence.