#5 Corpses

I tug and pull and hear his stem snap

I rip rigid remains out of his back

He falls and crumples, onto the floor where I sit

Next to his brothers, now rotting in their pits

I bite into his flesh, juicy and sweet

Satisfying snaps as I break him to eat

I eat and I eat, always wanting more

Until i’ve found, i’ve eaten to his core

I finish him off, discard him for others

Now he’ll rot too, next to his brothers

Now 3 rotting, festering corpses on the ground

it’s silent, only my laughs of elation now sound

I choose my next victim, pick them quick

Their life is ended, like the snap of a stick

the sweet nectar of them, dripping down my face

Uncaring as they drip, making a mess of this place

My next victim, for laughs, i skin them alive

Seemingly inanimate, made no sounds as they died

No pleasure in this, not hearing their death cries

No eating this one, I bash her until she dies

I pick 3 more victims, in quick succession

I beat them to death, happiness their concession

My rage now placated, i’m back to my feast

With their juices on me, I’ve degraded to mere beast

I kill and I kill, break and I maim

Partake of their flesh, again and again

I cast them away, more corpses for the worms

Each bite a new taste, each kill on new terms

Say what you want, i’m evil or vicious

But I care not, for Granny Smiths are delicious