Steve Poem by Jacob Underwood

Jaws splitting out marring his face
Crunching away at ragged lace
To gnash limbs away without care
Leaving shredded limbs to bleed bare

Cradled in a nest of sinews
Webbing it in fresh raw tissues
Seeing if its meal it might wear
Still so wet and sour in the hair

Its mouths a gaping maw at once
Only ravenous while it hunts
With eyes in its mouth like a flare
Watching you while you rip and tear

Taking a liking to your taste
It might keep you around tightlaced
Eating your throat like a fresh pear
To chop you up and keep you rare