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its-ya-boi-kaz · 2 months
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To love is to devour.
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dontwannatreatyouwell · 8 months
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“I wish I could save you from myself, from getting devoured bone-deep because it’s the closest I can get to conveying this soul-crushing desire I have for you. God, I’ve started picking my own wounds because I yearn for you. I love you so deeply, I’m afraid I might ruin you. Thwart you. Break you. Pull you apart. Give me your heart, your bones, your flesh. Give me your blood and I’ll swallow it like it’s my holy water. Your heartbeat, a serenade. I’m starving and needy. My hunger is red, and so is your heart. Don’t come too close, nothing would be able to do us apart.
Love is consumption. Love is holy. Love is violence in all its glory.”
— Syeda Zehra Fatima; IG: @/wordsofzehra
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deyasworld · 4 months
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The comics these come from send me into hysterics 😂
The first one comes from the Cannibal Poem
The second comes from Dog Time = Break Time
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september-poetry · 8 days
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touch
do we have to touch?
are your words enough?
i feel my sense of self burning up
warmth ripples through my veins
under my skin
can you see it?
bubbling over
dripping down my throat
blood mixed with fire
hear me choke
liquid fills me up
im drowning
how do you breathe through desire?
how can you stand it?
do you feel it?
love pooling at your collarbones?
seeping into your bones?
stripping down bare
exposed
will you hold my organs in your hands
the crook of your neck a pillow
in the bed of my eternal sleep
will you disembowel my body
my heart in a box under your floorboards
do you hear me beating?
would you keep me close?
use me as compost for your next lover
ill let you feed on what's left of me
its all-consuming
the want
the need
the craving
if you swallow me down
then at least i have been held one last time
23 / 04 / 24
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headofhnny · 1 year
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In the swimming pool, he lets the chlorine wash of my scent. The dried blood stains turn the water an acid green.
Do you think he’s still finding bits of me in between his teeth?
My gamy heart torn to shreds at the bottom of his stomach, undigested. My love was like alcohol, poisoning his liver and getting him so, so high. I bruised you, baby. Violence that was so soft-spoken it never broke the skin.
His eyes were stilettos, darting in and out of my flesh. “Baby, you’re hurting me,” I said. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he said it to the wound, as the blood welled up and under my sternum.
The rise and fall of his body against mine made it easy to ignore the ache. His skin was hot, slick with sweat and my blood. “Baby, baby, what else can I give you?” my lips whispered. His silence pulled taut like a muscle...
I can remember his hands around my neck. It felt like love right until it killed me.
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starlesstuff · 4 months
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l am hungry I have been hungry I was born hungry What do I need?
Mitski
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ghostdrinkssoup · 2 years
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why do all the killers in s1 want to date hannibal so bad. he’s the hottest girl in school and they’re all down horrendously bad but he’s obsessed with will, the sad loser in the corner who doesn’t even notice him… what in the high school romcom is this
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vulpinae · 9 months
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the hungers of hadewijch and eckhart - donald f. duclow stigmata: escaping texts - hélène cixous you are in a hotel room -  joan tierney the notebooks of malte laurids brigge - rainer maria rilke great expectations - kathy acker hot-hand fallacy - jasmine gibson erotism: death and sensuality - georges bataille  cain - josé saramago love in the time of monsters - emily palermo  a curious night for a double eclipse -  j. karl bogartte.
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orpheuslament · 3 months
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i <3 people who complain about "tumblr poetry" being trite & cliché when they have never had an original artistic thought really its great
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e-mptyflowerfields · 5 months
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I’d crawl into his ribcage if he let me, like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Revenant, I’d curl up in him like he was a dead horse and I was desperate for warmth
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dontwannatreatyouwell · 9 months
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lux-brumalis444 · 8 months
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Red.
Your lips.
Your hands.
My chest.
You are my angel of destruction.
So breathtakingly covered in blood.
And while you devoure my heart,
I am on my knees in front of you.
Looking up to you and praying for your love.
Let me be a part of you.
Let me be yours for eternity.
And so I shall die a thousands times as long as it's your hands that take my life.
As long as it’s your arms that hold me while I take one painfully last breath.
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poet-slenderman · 2 months
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Tear The Flesh
TW: Gore, cannibalism
Rip, rip, rip,
Tear the flesh from the body,
Drip, drip, drip,
Let blood pool to the floor,
May the skin be torn,
May the mind be worn
Bare your fangs,
Hear the suffering scream,
With the sharp pangs,
Watch the crimson flow
With mechanical precision
Make the next incision
Feed, Feed, Feed,
Hunger wracking at your insides,
Bleed, Bleed, Bleed,
Rage and violence spectacular
Bring the meat up to your lips,
Tear it into tiny strips
Organs draped around,
The taste of fear upon your tongue,
The victim makes no more sound,
And you feast,
Delicious, tough muscle,
Torn from bone with a tussle
More, More, More,
Satiation is not found,
Gore, Gore, Gore,
The beast within demands it,
Why be food if not to feed,
Why have blood if not to bleed
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september-poetry · 26 days
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i don't know why i bite
i love you like a dog
whimpering when you leave me alone once more
blood dripping down my chin
i don't know why i bite
but your flesh tastes like honeysuckle and dreams
won't you let me taste once more?
let me open my gaping maw around your delicate neck
gasping for breath
who is the predator
and who is the prey
you seem to be enjoying this, my dear
you fell in love with the violence
bodies torn apart
shaped in to hearts
my canines pierce your skin
do you scream?
do you cry?
do you beg for more?
would you know the difference?
the way i adore you, a lead pipe breaks your jaw
the feeling is imancipating
you feel it rip through you
relish in this agony
for it is love
sacrifice yourself to the embrace
05 / 04 / 23
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anachingsoul · 4 months
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I've been seeing this symbolism on tiktok, but I just wanna say, cannibalism is not gentle. You can't compare eating a pomegranate gently to cannibalism because cannibalism is never gentle. It's full of extreme love
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