Carcass

A carcass hangs from the ceiling
Red flesh wet with life;
Tenderised by punches.
The bunched muscles flex,
Sinews jumping.

I want to rub my body up against you:
Bathe in the foul scent of blood.
Purring. Sated.

It vanishes,
Leaving behind a little boy.
With dimples.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s