She would cry, joke on her boyfriends blood,

get it all over her.

Staining her skin in the brightest of reds.

I would feed her his flesh,

cover her mouth and nose so she has to swallow.

Maybe a little longer than necessary.

I love seeing people choke, gasping for air, panicking...

Well, I like desperation per se.

Wouldn’t she look nice,

fair pale skin, feverish from blood loss,

blood stained lips?