Howling, brawling
it's me, my darling!
My ****** aunt that I found so nice to haunt
bones and slimy saucerlies ground and bound
combined from our perished unsound insides.

Presented and well served right upon the table
your heart's halves on each side
crispy textures consist of  hole complexure
your eyes glisten no more, those poor meaty fries.

It's time for the feast, I guess,
I will be just turning away, can't bear to see
honestly, your nice smelling thighs from the inside
the same I bear inside of me too, dear twin sister.

So glad they saved up your skull for me.
The shadows dance to our candlelight kiss
just between ghostly fondles played by frosty fingers
missing you, blood-eyed moonshine, as well.