New Life Obsession

I crave the heat of your life,
wish those liquid rubies would
dance over my cold, numb fingers
as the paling satchel
that is your skin grows
pinprick ridges:
small mountains rising up from
fresh leather.
How I delight in peeling the
flesh from your body,
your muscles, your bones…
making it mine,
taking the world that belongs to me
from the dying light behind your eyes.
I’ll strip your scalp of
those luscious locks of mahogany silk
and wear it myself,
masking my true identity behind
a dead lie.
I’ll scoop out your eyes,
just squeeze them from your skull
like I would seeds from an orange,
to know what I look like
through those star-burst blue irises.
I will extract your heart,
your vital organs no longer in use
(reminding me of empty rooms,
stained with the memory of
true happiness)
and replace it with my own,
leaving you to suffer my pains…
because you knew nothing,
nothing of such
anguish
throbbing within this biological cage.
Once the surging of
this new muscle grafts
itself to my being,
I will bury old memories
within your empty shell
and steal the life
I should have had...