I feel the crack in my canines as I bite in.
No blood drawn. Just the sounds of your joints
Giving out as I gulp down your index finger.
No guilt and no regrets as I gnash on your remains
Breaking yesterday’s vows of veganism.
If I cannot own you as my own and
If life on earth is as fleeting as they say
I’ll grant this depravity to fuel
My voracious deep-seated gluttony:
The innate genetic need to sustain this lineage-
A feeling more primal than all others
So let me lick your skin off of your bones.
Let me trail my tongue over your tendons.
Consent to your descent deep into the walls of my intestines.
Permit my purgatory stomach to digest you for as long as my body will allow.
Before I regurgitate you back into liberation
In the shape of pretty poetry and prose
Built on pitiful meter and rhyme.