You unzipped

my spine

and crawled

inside before it closed,

trapping you inside.

 

You fondled your way

through, your muted

screams without echo

off my ribs as I consumed

you bit by bit.

 

You used my spine

as a ladder to escape,

the damage too much

to take as you straddled

my aorta: thump, thump, thumping.

 

Each beat a rhythm,

a musical song

to which both hands

grasped,

slipped,

mocked

the blood

at your elbows

as I breathed

my last breath.