Compatible Monsters - 6

She slides the BLOOD-soaked keys without a word,

Ignores the swinging door's BLOOD-curdling hinge,

Sees her work in each BLOODy detail,

The smell of BLOOD alive inside her nose,

Hypnotizing, BLOODy deafening,

Charles's BLOOD and viscera everywhere -- 

Her body's soaked in BLOOD from head to toe,

She's trembling like a leaf, her eyes BLOODshot

BLOOD runs down her arms, drips to the floor,

Gnarled and BLOOD-soaked hands lift to her mouth;

Eating his organs, chunk by BLOODy chunk,
Warm BLOOD trickling slowly down her chin.

She doesn't quite DIGEST the scene at first,

Panic GNAWs, a brood of starving rats,

A million bees DEVOUR her reason,

His blood like acid, FEASTing on her skin, 

EATing away every conscious thought,

As she LICKs her fingers, absently;

It takes a bit for her to DRINK it in

(The need to FEED so very powerful)

Amidst the frantic bees and CHEWing rats,

She sees each fingernail honed to a CLAW,

Caked with SHREDded flesh and clumps of hair,

A HOWL of desperation in her throat.

She's terrified, but SWALLOWs that, for now,

She bares her TEETH and takes a momen't breath,

Another SCENT is lingering on the air;

The smell of DANGER very close. No sound--

--Her senses sharp, alerted to the THREAT;

A KILLer leans in the open doorway,

His eyes upon her, beady and CUNNING,

How SILENT his approach -- no footsteps heard, 

And SWIFT his mind and body. "You planned this,"

She mutters without looking, voice a SNARL.

"I ought to SLASH your throat for using me,

But that sick prick deserved to SUFFER more.

I am not a MONSTER you command;

Try that again, it's your DEATH. Understand?"

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.