Serve Me Up

Slowly, ever so slowly,
As my breathing increases,
I strip myself of my clothes.
The eyes watch me from
All corners of the room.
Oh how their hungry stares
Send shivers down my spine.
Goosebumps cover my
Flesh,
Both from the cold and from
The excitement rushing through
Me.
Oh the thrill of it all.
After removing my socks,
I step into a rolled out
Tarp and lay down.
Cold, but bearable, I fold
My arms over my chest and stare
Up at the ceiling.

Silence at first.

Then my heartbeats in my ears
As it races with want.
With need.
The eyes move closer,
Moving out of the shadows but
Their faces still concealed
Under hoods of pure darkness.
In their hands glint the brightest
Of silverware I have ever
Laid eyes upon.
Is it special silverware?
Why the gleam?
My mind races as slight
Nervousness creeps into it.
No!
No! I want this.
I need this!
"Eat me!
Savor every bit of my flesh!
Please, I need you to do this!"
I shout into the silent room
As the hooded figures finally
Stand over me.

The one at my head head leans
Down and places a few mushroom
Caps within my mouth.
Nodding, I begin to chew
The shrooms and smile
As a tear runs down the side
Of my temple.
"Thank you. Oh thank you."
With a silent nod, the figure
Stands back up and waits.
Waits for...the bright light?
No, the colors.
Oh yes, the colors and the
Way they taste.
Grey tastes like a rainy day.
Yellow tastes like lightening.
Red tastes like...like blood?
Yes, blood fills all of my senses.
The running of it flowing over
But why?
Why so much...pain?
I blink to clear my vision and gasp.

The hooded figures began cutting
Me open,
Carving away at my stomach,
My thighs,
One cut off my testicles and
Ate them raw.
Oh the pain sends waves
Of adrenaline through me.
Heart beats faster against...
Open air?
Someone already pulled apart my ribs?
The smacking of their lips,
The clanging of their cutlery,
The stench of my innards
And the numbing pain sends
Me into a spiral of a nightmare
Paradise.

Slowly, every so slowly,
I begin to come back to my senses.
The figure gone,
The room cold.
My body wet and searing.
I risk a look at my body and
Throw up instantly at the sight.
I lay my head back down
And begin to choke on my vomit.
A finger scoops out the liquid in my
Mouth, allowing me to gasp for air.
"N-no...let me die."
I look up into the eyes of
The person saving me
And they shake their head.
"We want you alive.
Live food is the bessssst."
The voice of a hungry serpent.

With a sob into the now filled
Room,
The hooded figures resume dining
On my slowly dying flesh.
I no longer want this.
I no longer want to be
Eaten.