return ?

just a general warning, a lot of these poems have dark themes and use violent descriptive language. if you are uncomfortable with those kinds of things (and particularly cannibalism as a subject matter), I would suggest that you turn back.

I promise I am worthy of you.
I offer up my body as a slab of meat
Sweetest for the slaughter.

I must consume you
inside we can truly be one.

My teeth bare in fright.
Afraid to care so much.
Just one bite, but it’s never enough.

I’ve learned to love the hunger,
for they taught me not to hunt.

Do you hate me enough to tear me limb from limb,
or do you love me enough to keep me safe within?

What choice do I have but to
bare my teeth and lose the fight?

Perhaps if I taste it I can truly understand it.

So soft… so warm…
why must my affection cause you harm?

Isn’t it beautiful to see out of different eyes?

Every sensation you send is a gift
relishing in the pain you inflict.

Red, warm, metallic. A fragment of your being on my tongue
Oh to taste what makes you tick…

When you are gone, I can’t help but feel hungry
The pang in my stomach feeling fuzzy…

When will you return?

You may see me as a bitch, but I will kill you like a wolf.
There will be no time for regret once you are dissolved
within my stomach, atoms of your being scattered and
repurposed, fueling the very blasphemy you condemn.

My eyes unblinking. I foolishly hope I scare you
Only then you might believe me.
Must I retract my claws? Must I scar flesh?
Something wrong… foolish… not your fault…

I love the monster I have become.

And I hope you are scared.

You cannot see the bristling fur, ears drawn back.
My fear is a different flavor from yours. Perhaps you sense it.
Or perhaps you do not care about the way that the dog whistle
pains my soft, fluffy, ears. Radiating a wave of shock,
all the more painful that you cannot hear.

all of these poems have personal significance and meaning to me, but I would be curious to hear other interpretations and meanings that you can derive from them! (after all, isn't that the joy of art?)