sometimes the cannibalism isnt a metaphor for something, sometimes its just an act of incredible violence and objectification. sometimes i just want to hurt you and destroy you and my body is the sexiest way to do it.
this is the opposite of a metaphor. this is confronting you with the cold uncaring fact that you are made of flesh and bone, that your body and senses and your very mind are merely manifestations of muscle and neurons, cords of soft pliable meat running beneath your skin and pretending it has a soul. you are, physically, as an object, basically an upright pig.
this isn't a metaphor. this isn't a joke. this is one animal reminding another exactly what they are. using teeth.
"this is one animal reminding another exactly what they are" and if i screamed. and if i lay myself down on the floor because i don't think i will ever have this mastery of language, symbolism, and metaphor. i love words i love words i loVE WORDS.
