present a challenge and a predator
will snap it up--take it by the teeth
and tear it into shreds as though
resistance was never a possibility.
in every dimension it will spring
upon instinct alone and every time
it will kill the proposition prematurely,
or accidentally, or far too cruelly,
taking excessive pleasure in the
frantic beating of a heart about to burst,
the shrill screams and frightened heaving
all throbbing within my salivating mouth--
i wait for the most delicious moment to bite
and devour with an equally ravenous grin
that betrays my hunger more than anything
for i choke on splintered bone and strings of fascia
but my bloody lips will never wilt nor falter.
taste them for yourself and see--
how eagerly i stain and slip up along the way,
stealing traces with an irresistible nip
and leaving little drips upon your chin.
the blood is sweet and salty, your breath
is faintly gasping and i won't leave off
or let up enough to make amends.
a predator runs itself into the ground--
it cannot resist the playful fancy.
i too love to die and to be killed--
it's simply too delectable of an opportunity.
