Tendons - Erin Marshall

Were we singular?

As I ripped your arms

And licked your tendons

Or was meat in my mouth just

Enough for me?

As game does in the jungle

Lept, cried

I smiled at your noises

That squeaked out of you,

Slow and yippy

I sank my claws into you and watched

Open mouthed as they pulsed through your skin

I grew lightheaded with each pump

My stomach clear

My nerves pricked and happy

I licked the skin and your warm sweat coated my teeth

You, gave me something more,

Not just food

The plump blood of electric life itself

Swelled with hormones and mind

I hope your last thought is of me

As I hold you in my teeth

And scrape the flavor off your body

And onto my tongue