Serial Killers
I dream of serial killers
and wake up soaking wet.
I want someone to want me
past the threshold of
insanity,
to chop me into pieces
naked in a Maserati,
my breasts in the backseat,
my lips on the dashboard
for you to kiss until
my flesh melts
and drips along
the steering wheel.
Taking Life
To tear off the skin
and bite into flesh
is ecstasy.
Licking the chunks from my lips,
life taking life, consuming
new life, keeping my life from
withering away.
What an event!
Here on the grass, relishing
my very first
clementine.