disposing of your corpse

tearing out your internal organs
so i could move into your shell
seemed like a good idea
at the time

shredding flesh from bone
with bare hands and pointed teeth
was my way of showing how much
i miss you when you go

after dismantling your life
i climbed on board
to ride you as light ebbed
from your eyes

wanted to give you one last thrill
(from me, not her,
from me) before holding your heart
in my clenched fist

standing naked, dripping with blood
over your sweet smelling corpse
i considered quick-lime
before swinging the hammer