Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Listen to the song of the surly white seagull and enjoy the afternoon air.  
Claw your fingers in the carmelised current and gaily gaze at the grinning gondelier.  
Ponder the purpose of the imperfect present or savour the slipping scene so excruciatingly sweet.  
Shake hands with the shuddering shad, nearly fooled into feeding on the infamous flakes from the fisherman's bait.  
Nestle your neck on nurturing maple and close your *kaleidoscope eyes.  
Dream of your daughters dancing in lillies while your stomach sizzles in the strawberry sun.  
Avail the wailing white wolves as they sob their sombre wolf-songs.  
Marvel at the marshmallow moon until you've lingered for just too long.

Crushing me
he sinks his teeth in.

Eyes shut without a
second thought.

Pinned between two limbs,
while they rejoice in the
quenching of thirst.

Inhaling nausea,
exhaling the unsatisfactory
gasp for relief.

Destined for
deterioration,
my only purpose
to be devoured.

Cursing as he salivates
over my corpse
will do me
no justice as the
end remains the same.

I forgive the beast
I drown in his
ecstasy.