Tiny Vultures

your life drips
from fat-greased lips
as tiny vultures sit,
feasting on endless folds of flesh,
gnawing through cartilage,
and finger fucking bones
till they're knuckle deep in marrow,
sucking it up, out, and away
from whats left of you
fly sperms
turned maggot worms
devour the scattered bloody crumbs
left rotting on the linoleum
'til nothing remains
but a haunting stain
of who you could have been...