Cannibal (a Poem)

This is the moment I hear you call
soft over my body, a vocal imitation
of my flesh.  Husk of me still pliable,
blood-slick, the tang of unwashed skin
unleashes your hunger.

There is also a small update on chemotherapy if you haven't seen it (but want to).  Talks about side effects, so it isn't the most pleasant thing I've written.