Geek - Autopsy

Long ago I watched the man bring the

Convulsing white fowl to his mouth, he

Chomped down hard on the neck, blood spurting

And dripping, the body dangled for a second

Then ripped from the head and hit the floor

I bit into the young neck, teeth sinking into

The warm flesh, blood running down my throat

And face, relishing the bits of skin stuck

Between my teeth, drinking all the blood my

Young friend had to offer

I ripped the throat out of the infant I stole

Holding the thing over me and letting the sweet

Blood rain upon my face, lifeblood gushing from

The gaping hole — the one I created, momentarily

Quenching my thirst

I lacerated the juggular vein of the prom king

With my filed teeth and quickly pressed my lips

To the gaping wound, supping on the thick fluid

Spewing from the virgin throat

I am a modern day freak show

With a thirst for blood

I sup on the life of only the young

I tear and I drink

I kill and I feast

I follow tradition

I’m a bloodsucking geek