Addicted to Blood

Tracking down victims
wandering in the street
a bottle in one hand and a machete in the other
at a junction a prey comes into sight
and with a machete stroke
blood spurts out of the throat
drawing the still struggling prey
each of her screams causes blood expulsions
after fastening the body on the soiled table
you sharpen a knife while staring at her livid face
the body is shaken by violent convulsions
carefully you practice diverse human flesh punctures
the extraction of organs is only a mere ritual
addicted to blood
the bloody exhalation of putrid liquid attracts all the rats and vermin
in diverse cavities the blade glues in rancid tissues
forcing you to use hedge clippers to carve the thoracic cage
eviscerate and dishonor her