he ate my soul

slurped it up

with a satisfying bite at the end

and i watched, stoned eyes on 

fixated

as if it was an out of sync movie--bow lips moving and then words

but i did nothing

as the essence of me burned in the acid fill of his stomach

patting my eyes I could not sob

i could not

knowing that milky substance had no chance

staying very still

i wondered

when my flesh

would be next