Lighting up the Christmas Tree
I swing my tongue back and forth,
Flicking it across my lips,
And lash out my arms
Burning everything I touch
And I can feel their pain
It feels so good
I find a target and lunge at them
Gripping them between my hands,
I choke out every last breath
I turn my head
And there she is
She’s so beautiful
So full
Her adornments-
More like a statement than embellishments
I rush to her
I envelop her in my arms
I caress her exterior with my finger tips
And watch greedily as her skin darkens and falls
It only makes me hungrier for her
Time passes too quickly
And suddenly she’s gone
Nothing’s left but a pile of ash and some glass bulbs-
Permanently blackened
I move onto the rest of the room
But nothing will ever compare to the sweet taste that was the Christmas tree