my body quivers with anticipation - excitement -
my tongue is thick in my mouth -
impatiently i snatch the razor from its resting place -
faster - faster i can feel the rhythm in me race -
i lick my dry lips and stare intently at my target -
focused - thirsty.
finally pushing past my final doubts
i lay the blade against my skin -
graze my flesh - chip away at the topmost layers -
digging through the stubborn crust to get the warmth inside -
biting - sharp - pain snaps through me -
i've hit the core.
one more for good measure
and the tool is again put to sleep -
no longer needed - it rests -
while i press my thick tongue against the fresh wound -
testing - trying - tasting.
i squeeze at it a little - until -
at last! my wish has been fulfilled -
crimson spills out from the gap -
glittering - stinging - tempting.
i give it to its call -
lay my mouth over it -
my tongue moves in and out -
lapping at the sweetness - the tanginess -
the metallic bite urges me onward -
i close my teeth around the wound -
squeezing - gnawing - wanting.
the bite is gone -
no trace remains -
i release my hold - survey the damage done -
no red remains - it has been removed -
i squeeze - none still -
my cup runs dry and i settle -
relax - breathe - for my beast has been satisfied.