demongirl and a strange arrangement

at the dinner table, 
i sat in front of the centerpiece
that faced me in size.
two candles 
and an unidentifiable plant,
i bared my teeth 
and inhaled the soup.
i fidgeted, 
waiting
for demongirl.

soon, i knew
my toes would curl 
while on my 
knees,
catching the drips from demongirl's 
mouth
into my own. 

but strangely,
demongirl 
was nowhere.

my teeth ground
and thought about 
the filthy things she'd
do without the only entrails
she trailed around.
consequently
i remembered the demands
of a demongirl
then collectedly,
temperately,
and solemnly
watched the cranberry sauce 
splash around the table
for the rest of the night.