she wipes blood away from her lips
it no longer trickles down
practically frozen on her hand
though this blood wasn't hers
instead the blood of another

specks of blood cover her teeth
could be mistaken for lipstick if you had no clue
about what she had just done
an action she would feel no remorse for
she had to do it
but it was so incredibly awkward
and she has to live with that

the awkwardness of the crime
not the crime itself

fangs the color of cream sink into flesh
creating bright scarlet lines
and letting the outside in
a chunk of skin and meat is ripped out
with immense force from jaws lined with bone and metal
and is chewed
and swallowed
and digested

she rises up and away from the corpse
staring at it blankly
this is unimportant now
there's work to do
and by god will she do it