The first wound

slice an peel back

skinning.

Peel away the 

skin from the flesh.

The sickly sweet 

and putrid oder

fills the room.

It intoxicates me.

only makes me work harder

the warm and cold liquad

dripping down my arm.

all the skin is gone.

The flesh and meat is bare.

slowly I bite.

Incisors clamping

onto the freshly cut flesh.

Pulling it apart i devour

but to fast 

it is gone.

I want another

OH how I love oranges!