Something familier beckons
her nostrils pick up the promise
fatefully, she follows the lie
and swallows it.
The deceiver feels the tug
"the stars must be smiling"
though he dares not
the plucky sod
might unhook flesh yet.
It never occurs
to consider the hurt
behind the gelatinous eyes
faithful to her poker face
his heart gleefully throbs
along the flow of things
engulfed in the hunt.
By the wound,
she is yanked
out her world
into our element
writhing,
spasmodic.
He unsheathes trusty metal
surgery-sharp for the job
splits her alive
precisely down the middle
A wet snap as he rips out
unwanted insides.
Come evening, he reclines
fingers mesh snug over a swollen stomach.
Appraising delicate bones on his plate, he laments the thrill of the chase
heavan
hell
the same place.
