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He liked her hands the best
Delicate and righteous
Soft and calloused
Holding his
Holding his
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
He liked her hands the best,
Emotional and lively.
They never seemed to rest
When they wrung together shyly
Or held astutely – wisely.
They would always treat him kindly
And they fit in his so nicely
Precisely
So nicely
So nicely
Holding hers
Holding hers
He liked her hands the best.
Of porcelain they were made.
By a goddess, formed and blessed
Kneaded, fired, glazed
Never to degrade
His confession
A slight obsession
To gain possession
-of her hands-
Through her concession.
But his transgression
-his darker plans-
An unforeseen progression
Teeth and claws.
Eyes and skin.
Slowly eaten from within
Hunger
&Hunger
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
Feed feed. Feed.
Starving. Flesh. Starving. Feed. Hun-
gry. Feed. Flesh.
Alone. ALone. All alone. One. All one.
Suddenly.
Movement. Movement. See. Hear.
Her voice echoed in the cave
Calling, begging, “Please, be safe.”
Find.
Voice. Soft. Sad.
Her hand touching. His face. Hand touching. Hair.
Hand. Mouth. Hand. Hand.
Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand.
Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Hhhhhhhh.
Hungry.
He liked her hands the best,
So he kept those hands with him.
He consumed her other flesh.
And fingers interlaced,
Dragging splintered bones
And necrosing meat
Across his gaping face
And savoring the older taste,
Held those hands in his.
Holding hers
Holding his
Never letting go