Macabre Love

I kissed you and you liked it. Your jaws fell apart under my lips. One hand slip across the mold growing on your occipital lobe. The other runs down your crumbling spine, stinging as a spider's fangs sink into my thumb. It's a brown recluse, the best kind. Its legs squirm as I pick it up in my mouth, and it bites my tongue as I swallow it down. I kiss you again, passionately, lovingly, your rough calcium bones shattering under the force of my affection. The spider and the worms I'd eaten earlier regurgitate onto your ribs. Heh, don't look so sternum. You need to eat, too, after all.