her blood is dusty
she longs for new skin and bones
new hips new thighs
she's out to find god
she's out to starve
she'll wear all those lace dresses
frilly blouses and petticoats
after she devours him whole
it won't end there
it can't until she's perfect
not until she's long dead
beyond decomposed
when she weighs the same
as the god she ate