Giving 110%

Come here, darling 

let me hold your jaw

while I scoop out your eyeballs with a spoon like jelly. 

Kiss me deeply,

let me slurp out your tongue like a wriggling fish 

and swallow it whole,

an oyster in my gut. 

I will snap your wrists

pull out your radius, ulna.

I need a new pair of chopsticks

to better pick apart your lungs,

fried and fresh off the grill. 

I’ll pop a handful of white teeth in my mouth,

crunchy and salty,

and I’ll lick my fingers when I’ve finished. 

Not even vultures will touch 

your bleached bones. 

by Kara Rowan, The Hustle Horrors Series

For more information on The Hustle Horrors Series, click here.

This poem is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or companies is purely coincidental.