The body is a cannibal.
The devouring of poignant flesh,
Jaded teeth tearing through vessels, bones cracking with poise.
Shooting pain like a thousand arrows
through the heart, ripping through the soul. Crimson drips
from the maw of the beast living inside,
clawing at its chains and squirming through a rotted ribcage.
There is no greater beauty than watching these aching bones
twist and contort under the pressure of the devouring. Though it hurts,
the carcass will remain, and be lowered
into shattered earth, where it will be reclaimed
and made anew.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
The body is a cannibal.
The devouring of poignant flesh,
Jaded teeth tearing through vessels, bones cracking with poise.
Shooting pain like a thousand arrows
through the heart, ripping through the soul. Crimson drips
from the maw of the beast living inside,
clawing at its chains and squirming through a rotted ribcage.
There is no greater beauty than watching these aching bones
twist and contort under the pressure of the devouring. Though it hurts,
the carcass will remain, and be lowered
into shattered earth, where it will be reclaimed
and made anew.
This was for class but I'll still put it here
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