Midnight
Snack
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A whim . . .A want . . .lingering desire
Lusty . . . craving . . .The hunger urge
Seeking out . . .A release . . .Razor gleaming
In the light . . .Poised and ready . . .Painlessly
Sliding through my flesh . . .Nicking open a capillary
In awe and wonderment, I gazed at the wound
At first the blood in view was a small bead
Droplike . . .Yet slowly it grew
Spreading out over my elbow like water
Soaking through thin linen
Traveling at a speed somewhere between water and honey
A crimson stream began its way down my forearm
Light reflecting within the blood's lurid surface
A truly rapturous scene to behold
I sat perfectly still
A minute or two
Just watching the crimson blood flow
Down my forearm
Dripping ever so slightly into a small ceramic bowl
Positioned beneath my arm
Finally giving in to the bestial hunger
I drink
Slowly savoring the flavor of warm, fresh blood
Its bittersweet taste on my tongue
Flooding through all my five senses
A thoroughly gratifying crimson liquid
Then the stream of blood slowed and the bleeding ceased
As if someone flicked an on\off switch that very moment . . . .