Meat-Eater & Me

Pieces of him were thrown all over the wall.
Nothing was left.
When left to his own devices,
the motherfucker is left dead.

He walked through the corridor
finding himself lost again.
He stomped.
He yelled.
He could not be found.
He scratched at the walls
until his nails were half gone,
half bloody
half blue.

He kicked at doors
and sped through hallways.
He kicked at windows
but reinforced steel
has a way of stealing your strength too.

He was there
of his own accord.
Knowing very well
what he got himself into.

Not being able to resist,
he took the bate and kissed it.

And the meat -eater,
whose sole he could not avoid,
squished him
flattening him slowly,
then eating him whole,
but he did not even realize it.