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Short knife tucked comfortably in my hand

I approach with precision and calm

Slice through the skin deep penetrate

Wrinkled brows sweating blood and pain

Skin opened with a smooth cut

Skull exposed covered with Blood

I lick the blood and savour the fluid

As I hack open the brain inside

Beautiful maze of grey cells

Oozing brain fluid over his face

Live long my friend, Cause I have just begun

To make your brain into a custard

I see the clot, the blood haemorrhage

It won’t hurt long, You won’t feel the pain

I shall bite it off if need be

Suck every single drop of blood

Scooped out ... In a deep sauce pan

Blood poured and cooked on slow flame

Coagulation, concentrated delicate

Brain mashed, nerves and entrails

Poured out, into moulds.....sweet tiny star shaped

Stuffed eyes in the middle....A surprise treat

Set overnight then remoulded stars