They say eyes are windows to the soul,

Yours are doors I stepped through.

Your heart.

I breathe.

It's freezing.

I am the butcher who

Rips your body into pieces from the inside

How have you survived this long?

With your lungs in my mouth,

And your brain in my hands,

With a bite I can stop your breathing,

With a clenched fist I can destroy you. 

A fragile life in reckless hands.

How I long for your taste,

To chew and devour that gentle heart.

Fingers like meat hooks in your back.

You are mine.

The End

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