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.