Dinner For Two

I toed off my bruised heels
And stalked your dogs from my window

I brandished a butcher knife to the candescent moon
And lopped off a piece of my tongue

I bitterly picked at the rugged cuticles of my nails
As I tore out the thin fingers beneath

I spat out my rancid entrails from behind my teeth
And lobbed my severed limbs at your door

I managed the sloppy mass onto a platter
And bleatingly lurched into your room

By the end of the night
I had a lovely dinner for two

(Fix your tie, love. We have company over.)