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Deepest shades of bloody red,
dribble from my chin.
Wipe away the thick dripping liquid
with ice cold hands, and
stain fingers sticky and red.
Like a traitor...
While eternities fly pass...
Another bite out of succulent flesh
and feel cells, like bubble wrap,
pop between iceberg teeth, like
exploding fireworks -
bruises beaten into damp,
dripping sides of the fungus
that forgets to take the stains off of the tongue...
Thickened wine – to be lusted after.
Blood spatters on the floor;
clots together in large fleshy masses...
Big dark blobs marking spotless carpet -
marking the spot on a treasure map -
as a bite sends showers of red ink to the ground
in an innocent pitter patter.
Sour juices run down
an addicted throat, gagging
for the drug of a new mouth watering bite,
leaving behind the cavern of Bluebeard’s mischief
in a once fresh mouth, as if
the wives themselves...
May be hidden...
Between blood stained teeth
or hanging from the ceiling of a
Mouth bursting with
heavy perfumes of fruitful snacks
and hypnotic aromas which entice a victim....
Just on left.
A singular morsel left,
to be desired in this
blood thirsty slaughter.
Pick it up with two shaking fingers...
Delicately play with it between them...
Tight, knotted textures, noted and remembered,
of squishy bubbles, writhing and pulsating
in sticky palms.
And sweet smells savoured,
which a sour tongue screams for.
Curiosity squeezes juices out...
makes ends meet, and makes fresh blood
run over snagged fingernails,
but still leaves behind the distorted flesh...
Popped into the mouth...
which dances like a puppet on a tongue...
I then leave the room....as if the deed was never done.