Cannibal’s Carnival

Red is a party color!

The tendon sheath makes a fine straw

for blood slurry

for brains and coffee

whipped and frothy

So much meat

They have bitten Ms. Mary and I wonder, is she as sweet as me?

Who will bring their anatomy book, their culinary prowess?

Rhomboid au gratin? Gluteal al orange?

I AM RIPE! I AM READY! DAMN YOU! I AM PLUMP AS A GRAIN FED PIGEON, TRUSSED IN DESIGNER JEANS.

Choose me.

Sear my skin

seal in the juices.

I am tanned a golden brown.

Take your teeth to the crisp dermis

Feel joy as you sink past

Go deep into the center of heat blood meat

Rip the flesh

savor the marrow

I dine with vultures

I attend galas amongst piranhas

Nothing is worse than neglect

Nothing is louder than rejection

I have poisoned myself.

To become so very sweet.

For you.

For your gluttonous consumption.

For admittance to your hungry house.

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