#no specific fandom

There’s a certain level of intimacy only found in cannibalism, something raw, messy, and vulnerable. Purest in all forms yet simultaneously grotesque.

There is no space to hide deceit if you’re stripped from the flesh down to the bone. No place to hide any secrets, everything is meticulously laid out in front of you.

You can’t have cannibalism without obsession. Obsession is what truly wraps the mind, reaches down into the pit of the host’s stomach, infecting every single one of the their senses. Like a dog fixated on a bone, they’ll chase, and chase, and chase but it’s already too late. It’s a parasite, an infection of the brain really, one that there’s no cure for.

There is no satisfying that hunger, they’ll always want more. They’ll keep needing to go deeper to reach that same high they get with their beloved. A beautiful disease it is, to love someone down to their bare bones. Is there more pure a love than that?

After you’ve peeled back flesh, tear through muscle, cut through tendons, break through bone; what do you still have left? That love, that insatiable hunger that haunts.

The memory will haunt the host for the rest of eternity, plague their thoughts till their very last breath. The host now can never forget their beloved. This feeling was set in stone the moment they sunk their teeth into their beloved’s flesh. They’ll never be able to rid the image of it from their mind, the specific scent of their beloveds bone marrow, the slow cracking of ribs reminiscent of a clock hand turning, the squelch and squash of guts between fingers; and of course not the delicate beat of their beloveds heart as it fades within their cupped hands. This, this is the purest form of love, in some twisted way.

The host will eat every part despite their body rejecting it every step of the way. The gagging, the tears trying to keep them down, the painful twists and turns of knots in their stomach as if their beloved was desperately trying to claw their way out but to no avail. The host will chew, and chew, and chew. Sealed by the torment by the pieces of their beloved inside them. They’ll swear they can still feel their beloveds heart beat sinking within their stomach, swear they can feel each lung rise and deflate simultaneously, go insane from hearing their beloveds voice echoing inside their head, all day, every night. Till the end of time.

Love immortalized by guilt, a constant reminder of a lover now resides within the host.

Even death will not do you part, for you are one.

Isn’t that beautiful?

Old version under the cut (assuming I’ve done it properly)

The situation in Gaza is still absolutely terrible. That is not ok. Amid that, please remember to reach out with compassion to Jewish communities. They are not the Israeli government and do not automatically support the Israeli government’s actions in Gaza, in much the same way that I, an American, am not the American government and do not support the American government’s actions in Gaza.