This is the way your life ends:
on a slab in my basement
perplexed by your loss of limbs
and wondering where your face went
inside my den
random pieces of corpses hanging
traces of bloodshed and musculomanglings osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges
a reek so dense
the steam that emanates from your breath is evident of condensed pheromones excreted by death
post-mortal flatulations
tissue gas from fermentation
decrepit--corpus--exhalations
writhing in putrescence
Oh, the agony!
your lover, caged atop my stove
helplessly observing your dismemberment
inhaling the fumes of human methane
with heat on high
simmering and cooked alive
Life is hard as an anthropophagi in such conditions as this:
After infection sets in
intact homeostasis by saline and plasma
spastically writhing in putridity
Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice
organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes
a complete peristalsis of the systems
mucosal throbbing of every pleura
Venous, serous, menstrual-basted in pus
in blood and pus, we writhe