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Piyath Nov 2020
Ah! You're already here
I've been waiting dear
This you have to hear
It's somethin' to adhere

It's tongues dried
and lungs fried
Not other way around
And I don't refund

So let's get down
to what you want
The tastes I own;
the ones you'll flaunt

Cracked bones
and hacked jaws
Charred toes
and bottled gore

From pickled hearts
to private parts
Just say the name,
I've got it all

Just take your time
and think it through
And when it's right
I'll come find you

It's been a while
Did you decide?
Just ditch your pride
and speak your mind

So it's 'crispy skin'?
'kay, I'll let you in
Let's taste your kin
Yes, it's not a sin
I don't support cannibalism, this is just a poem in the perspective of a fictional cannibal introducing the reader to it's darker depths.
Innocence is easy
But, comes at a price
Wisdom acquired
your death
mean to me
you bled
me so
dry
we
can't sing
what should
your death
mean to
me
my paint brush strokes
on
your
jealousy
what should your death mean to me
blind soldiers in an field bleed for free
pointing thief guns but they can't see
what should your death mean to me
your liquorice stick lick me dream
soaking me in through more
of
this
misery
what
should
your death mean to me
?

























...
..
.
this is like
an
never
ending song
in my head
what should your death mean to me
...
..
.

— The End —