Carnivore

I'm hungry and 

it's in my blood.

The way that 

I am.

The way that i taste the

                              world.

Salt and sugar.

Sweet and sour.

Burnt past desire.

Each sample couldn't 

be any more the same.

Each bite skewered

through with a toothpick

on a butler's tray.

My tray.

It's my back with the shoe print.