She carries her longing in the cage of her ribs,
a quiet gnawing thinning bone as it lives.
In the dark she mouths the name she dares not say,
letting it rot sweetly on her tongue, soft decay.
Her devotion bruises her deep inside,
a hunger that climbs where her shadows hides,
vertebrae singng in trembling chain
until her whole back hums with aches remain.
She moves through the night with a grace,
bearing witness to love’s ruin etched into her face.
She imagines her beloved near,
and something feral coils sharp with fear.
She would press her heart into her lover’s hands,
let the muscle bleed in ruby strands,
let the chambers open, torn apart,
to pour out the meat of her heart.
She dreams of closeness as marrow to bone,
a slipping into the hollow, wholy known,
The thought alone fractures her breath.
she kneels to absence, courting death.
She longs to be eaten, body and name,
bitten through softly, set wholly aflame,
to be swallowed by arms that burn without rest,
to dissolve in a mouth that knows her best.
And she would devoure in turn, in kind,
taste the heat beneath a beloved spine,
grind longing on longing until, undone,
both hungers collapse and rot into one.
She whispers her worship on trembling breaths,
hoping her lover can hear what is left.
And into the darkness she steps,
where she waits,
ready to love her to death.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
She carries her longing in the cage of her ribs,
a quiet gnawing thinning bone as it lives.
In the dark she mouths the name she dares not say,
letting it rot sweetly on her tongue, soft decay.
Her devotion bruises her deep inside,
a hunger that climbs where her shadows hides,
vertebrae singng in trembling chain
until her whole back hums with aches remain.
She moves through the night with a grace,
bearing witness to love’s ruin etched into her face.
She imagines her beloved near,
and something feral coils sharp with fear.
She would press her heart into her lover’s hands,
let the muscle bleed in ruby strands,
let the chambers open, torn apart,
to pour out the meat of her heart.
She dreams of closeness as marrow to bone,
a slipping into the hollow, wholy known,
The thought alone fractures her breath.
she kneels to absence, courting death.
She longs to be eaten, body and name,
bitten through softly, set wholly aflame,
to be swallowed by arms that burn without rest,
to dissolve in a mouth that knows her best.
And she would devoure in turn, in kind,
taste the heat beneath a beloved spine,
grind longing on longing until, undone,
both hungers collapse and rot into one.
She whispers her worship on trembling breaths,
hoping her lover can hear what is left.
And into the darkness she steps,
where she waits,
ready to love her to death.
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