Praying Mantis Woman — a poem

[TW — this isn’t a nice poem, be careful]

I fantasise
About biting your head off.

Climbing on top of your body,
Taking my fill.
Opening my sabre-packed jaw
So wide it will devour
Each time, you forced
Into me
When I told you no.

My teeth would meet
As they broke through your neck.
Each muscle a treat.
Your skull a popping candy
A brain-filled jelly.
Your blood, strawberry jam
Showering my body, clean.

The finality. The end of the story.
Your head, digesting
In a belly
I grew your child in.
My power returned.
Energised, sated, satisfied.
From the nourishment
Eating your eyes would give me.