
December 9, 2014 — gogogiannadaki
Carnivorous blues
Your flesh
invited me for dinner.
An old phonograph
echoing 50s blues
is spinning though my memories.
Bloody painted wine
upon the velvet tablecloth
forces my villainous thirst.
Knives rest skillfully
opposite to the shiny tridents
for the upcoming combat.
This massacre is private
and the sweating windows
will hide the sin.
Blood-pressure rises
as the fire of desire
is mirrored in my eyes.
Deadly silence
is sharpening my senses.
Cardiac palpitations
strike through my stomach.
Abdominal murmurs
are craving for the victim.
Gastric acid juices
are burning my inwards.
I prefer my steak blue.