“Cannibalism as a metaphor for love.”
I want to consume you.
I want your DNA to stroke my intestines.
I want to feel the digestion of your flesh and soul burn against my lining.
No, this is not love.
I want to taste the ending of your very existence.
the sick devotion of me licking my own blood off his knuckles after he’s split my lip. eyes locked, tongue slow, showing him i’ll clean up every mess i make for him.
Gutting someone and smothering the warmth of their entrails along your meagre skin.
Rejoicing in their innards,
fingers kept curled around their frigid wrists, admiring the feast that has been bestowed upon you.