I suck my fingers
killers linger
on the greasy meat
Deeper, crackling popping,
there’s no stopping
this sweet meat
treat

Spider fingers skitter for the antidote

Our fate unknown, ourselves accost

Throat taut and torn with garrote

My fate as your unwilling goat

My beloved heart, double-crossed

Oh, tiresome worm with body bloat

What manners you choose to boast

While I, your lover, most devote

Have placed my hands about your throat

Will praise your passing with this toast

Cut, torn broken on limb

I ache as he bleeds.

Never, ever wanting him

To feel his life brim

Captive to my needs.