Carcass

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A carcass hangs from the ceiling
Red flesh wet with life;
Tenderised by punches.
The bunched muscles flex,
Sinews jumping.

I want to rub my body up against you:
Bathe in the foul scent of blood.
Purring. Sated.

It vanishes,
Leaving behind a little boy.
With dimples.

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