This is about cannibalism.

[tickcot]

Longer winters have been endured, of this I'm sure,
but recently the wanting's worsened, of this I am quite certain,
We share an empty stomach but I guess the wanting fills it,
and when emptiness consumes you, there is no way to kill it.

A clear memory of a hazy thicket,
snow-stained image rich and permanent,
the bare bones of bushes and scant trees,
seemed to hide us from out birth world - our humanity.

Pale white teeth and squinted features,
turned us into foreign creatures,
wrapped in withered hides of animals slain,
rabbit for warmth and wolf for a mane,

In the mind this fauna haunts,
the beast within gets what instinct wants,
I seem to notice the warmth of your breath,
and that fatty meat beneath your chest.