I could sense it in my future,
the thought of it tantalizing;
my refrigerator containing the whole of its being.
Five days have passed since the holiday,
the pentacle of protection at its peak,
However, its offering is inevitable—
the old gods demand a sacrifice.
I know once I begin,
there can no way back for me.
The spoils of chocolate gluttony,
fertile in my mind
can not longer be denied.
I am cruel,
a monster to be sure…
I begin always with the ears,
leaving the creature
in a world of silence.
I am predatory in my approach—
gnawing off chunks,
allowing the defenseless body to melt upon my tongue.
The beast has no future—
there is no redemption for me.
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