Jun 7
i suddenly understand cannibalism as a metaphor for love.
#ripping apart skin to reach flesh to reach bone#wiping the blood beneath their still warm flesh#cosuming everything as fast as you can rip it into bire sized chunks with your own hands#nails cracking#muscle snapping one fibre at a time#the disgust when flesh slides down your throat#slides#still slick still wet with blood and salty from the sweat in the crease of your fingers#you eat until it makes you sick because surely there is love somewhere in this flesh and muscle and bone#they had love for you once#surely it is still there#surely it is only deeply buried#and you will find it#and hold it close
