"meal for one"
She violated his flesh with a silver spear.
His skin was wounded and cracked
while his outer shell is dilapidated.
The thin transparent membrane
peels from the soft inner organs
with little opposition.
Her gentle pressure into the lush insides
turns the internal seed into a clotting mass
of vitamins and minerals.
Her victim bleeds into glazed blue ceramic wares
under her crushed green victim
as rich brown pools collect in valleys
of pepper coverd mountains.
His death was greeted with a hungry tongue
as his blood splattered into the longing mouith.
Her satisfaction merges with the faint taste of metal
and the pink flesh of her tongue cleans
the cool weapon of choice.
