i hate when i talk about my little story im writing about a cannibalistic necromancer eating his favorite person and bringing them back to life over and over again just to taste them again and people immediately assume i’m romanticizing cannibalism or that it’s a dark romance. it’s neither.
it’s fucking symbolism guys!!! we learned about this in english!! remember!! not everything is meant to be taken literally!! i WANT people to read this when i finish it and make up their own meanings about what it truly means besides the obvious, i already have my own. it’s supposed to be an expression of how people will continue to indulge in bad habits because they feel too good to quit. alcoholism, drug abuse, sex, self harm, the list goes on. the person being eaten is the “bad habit” and the necromancer is the person indulging in the “bad habit”. SPOILER ALERT! they both die at the end and neither of them get to live happy lives nor did they ever live happy lives. they both slowly rot (the person being eaten slowly decaying after being brought back so many times and the necromancer’s body failing because they ONLY eat human meat).
i suppose i am just quite upset that something i hold so closely to my heart is being taken at face value like this. i am not some horny middle aged woman writing about masked men and Stockholm syndrome. i’m writing about my feelings and hiding it under the guise of a fictional story.
