Like blood matting fur, the hunger
stems down the spine, sweetest torment.
And echoes in fear, a flash, blind
Contrast – the forest awash with red,
swirling, the scent in the breeze, buzz
in primitive grays, chase away
Salvation – follow toward freedom
the perfume of apple pie and
victuals. Craggy melody calls
a siren’s song - trembling fingers
card through stained fur, whisper sweet nothings.
Into perked ears, a lie, too soon.
Warmth chases away hunger like
Shadows that creep slow into night.
But fades as fingers grow stiff
and linger, a musk. And hunger
follows the chill, bleeding. It hurts.
Survive – swallow love and pride
sated but alone. Curl into
memories and blankets grown cold.
Sunk into nothing, fall away-
Until soft chime of lithesome tune
draws from despondent reverie –
Big eyes. Big ears. Big teeth. Skeleton.
She’s not mistress but a morsel
cloaked in red, red, red – like blood. Drool
drips from glittering fangs, silver
tears in dry golden eyes. A scream.
And hunger claws through primal mind,
maw snapped open. The better to –
It hurts. Sorrow. – Eat you with.
Lunge. It will be over soon.
Muscles coiled. Agony. Leap forth,
Apologize – just so hungry.
Screaming grates against bared white teeth,
Scent of food caresses flared nostrils,
sweet – as steel cleaves belly, fur, bone
and frozen fire races through sinew
and synapse, torture. Red pooling
against familiar finery
and hardwood. Shrieks quelled, muddle haze –
Edges blurred as weight piles in cold
dragging through viscera and acid,
sharp. Thick twine, a serpent, burning
through tender meat, drawing up fraught
edges. Water blinds and binds; sinking.
Red. Red in clouds, fade to black. Ice.
Pain sharp, shrinking away. Heave, drown.