Friday, October 31, 2008 Because I have the nightmare before christmas "Halloween halloween" song stuck in my head again...

I pause.
Perched, expectant, upon the worn wooden table, she is cheekily nonchalant, unaware of her looming fate. I take my cruel pleasure in this, this innocent insolence soon to be butchered. A slow smile creeps to my face.
Reaching, lazily, for the glinting knife to my left, I admire this victim of mine.
She is in her vibrant youth, ripe for the devouring, a blushing beauty. Beguiling, her luscious plump figure taunts me with desire. Her color is an untainted red, a dark alluring crimson. Her curves are voluptuous, her skin a silken sheen. I close in on my prey, raising the knife, eyes glittering with lust. She is a goddess but for mortality.
The sharp blade cuts through the skin with little resistance, a delicious sharp snap of agony as she gives in, blood bubbling up from the wound. The juice is white and clear, pure as spring dew. Drooling in anticipation, I breathe deep this piercing aroma, fresh and sweet. Lifting the sliced fruit to my lips, I tenderly run my tongue over the white flesh, subtly tasting the fresh heavy drops of nectar.
And then- I sink my teeth into the meat. With each snapping bite the juice gushes into my mouth, runs over my lips, drips down my chin. My victim is devoured slowly at first, savoring each drop, and then eagerly, the monstrous craving for her sweet flesh overtakes me. Hungrily I wolf down this sustenance, taste buds crooning their pleasure. She is not like the others, for she has not a drop of bitterness, pure and sweet to the end. It does not take long, the merciless act of consumption. Finished, satisfied, I once more run my tongue over my lips, savoring subtle remnants. My work executed, I turn to leave the kitchen, but halt as my eyes alight once more upon the basket of apples on the counter. I consider, a cynical smile toying about my lips. Shall I? Ah, no. I shan’t. Later, perhaps. For now I am satisfied.