Man-Eater

Using the bones as a toothpick

The skin is caught between her teeth

No man looks at her without a twinge of fear

She's a man-eater; cruel as they come

Their clothes make a nice hankerchief

The dead hair tickles her nose

Blood of men fills her beer glass to the top

She's a man-eater; a woman with no heart

She collects the tattoos like you would stamps

The hearts are put away in an old shoe box

They put her to sleep every night with their drumming

She's a man-eater; someone who's loves to bring pain

Women admire her boldness

Her courage cannot be matched

A man is her breakfast, lunch and dinner

She's a man-eater; she likes them with dressing on top

She doesn't mind being labeled

She does what she does

It's her hobby; her spice in life

She's a man-eater; a job she fulfills daily

I ask this woman: 'Why do you do this?'

She says to me while picking her teeth with a bone:

'Men are tasty; they taste like salt and sugar

I'm a man-eater; Honey, that's all there is to it.'

NOTE: Ok, so...this just came to me and I just reread it and...it's kinda gross...but here you go, anyways!

BFQ