✶ A mess.
- acb.
It's all so messy.....messier than we'd ever imagine.
Eating, consuming, stuffing down your flesh inside me,
I consume you like a starved man, so hungry, so wanting, so
full of desire—I am. I breathed your scent like it's my air, like I couldn't possibly continue living without your existence near me.
I want to intertwine our bones, I want you to devour me, I want you to watch me, as I watch you—devour my flesh, strip its every layer, to the bones and digest. I will serve myself up on a platter for you, and just for you...just for you to devour. I want you to love like it's something primal, something so intimate as eating someone.
I give my flesh to you. I give my end to you, to only you. I gave you the knife you used to cut me up into pieces. I gave and give and I will give knowing I will continue to give, without hesitation. Because all I ever wanted was for you to eat me.
We are one flesh, I am your end, as you are mine.
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my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
