You tug at my body
I flail about, a fish out of water.
You busy yourself with my skin:
pulling me apart with a rusty pair of pliers,
after massacring me to the hilt,
after probing for cavities.
buries itself in my brain,
and ravages my caverns.
You slice off my head and feed
cleaning your paws
with the neatness of a tom in the alley,
licking up every part of me–
there's more than one way
to put cat&fish