Ferocious Prey Poem by Charles Malcolm

She feasted on my heart
in the back of a yellow cab,
stopping
only to gaze at me
with sealed eyes,
giggle, and whisper
'I like you.'

Her face was smeared with fresh blood.
A grinning hyena hovering over my grateful carcass.
She pulled me back in
before I could yelp my response
and she continued to devour me.

She was gone
when I came
to
and those somber creatures returned
again.

There is still good meat
clinging to my bones.
I am saving it for her,
and I will fight the buzzards
for as long as I can.