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RT Naintial Sep 20
heaps of jewels reach the sky,
gold dripping from scars
and silver stuck to teeth.
Stars in galaxy scorn over them as they laugh.
I plead in silence.
In dead silence.
In a world of described darkness and i see them brunch.
Munch.
They munch on all edibles.
Edibles i've heard.
One by one everyone disappeared.
i know the reason and the truth
but could not speak up and shoot.
I knew about them.
I know about them.
S Sep 3
𝘐. 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩
Your lips tear easy,
a ripe seam splitting.
I drink the words
before they escape.

𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩
Each kiss is a wound.
I keep your taste
lodged between molars,
a secret no wash can rinse.

𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦
Your words dissolve
like fat on flame—
I lap at their smoke,
searing my mouth
just to taste you.

𝘐𝘝. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
I split the ribcage clean,
hands bathing in red heat.
I swallow the muscle whole,
and feel your rhythm
become my own.
cradling the muscle
that never stops
calling my name.

𝘝. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥
It runs like wine,
hot and feral.
I tilt your throat
and drink until
the night blurs.

𝘝𝘐. 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘦
White silence cracks,
splintering my jaw.
I grind the marrow
into hunger’s flour.
splinter by splinter,
until even your marrow
screams inside me.

𝘝𝘐𝘐. 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯
Your body is parchment—
I peel it slow,
line by line,
reading you
to the bone.

𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩
You sigh,
and I steal it,
pushing your lungs
empty into mine.

𝘐𝘟. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳
I have eaten you all—
the mouth, the tongue,
the skin, the heart—
yet nothing fills me.
Love is the wound
that never closes.
this is a collection of poems i wrote because i like the idea of cannibalism being a metaphor for love, not that violently but also because loving someone sometimes means you want to be with them forever. ie, consumption
S Sep 3
I bite through you,
cartilage cracking like prayer beads,
your breath spilling hot
into my throat.

Fingers drip with your sweetness,
a nectar no fruit could mimic—
I gnaw, I swallow,
I make you mine.

Desire is a knife,
and I wield it gladly.
S Sep 3
Your skin splits sweet
between my teeth,
a ripe fruit
bleeding warmth.

I tear you closer,
tongue slick with marrow,
your heartbeat pounding
inside my jaw.

Love is red,
and I am starving.
Atlas Aug 27
Get out of my head
The voices are getting louder
Please I’m begging
There is nowhere to hide your sorrow
Your words bring horror
Don’t forget the promise you failed to honor
The months are becoming b̴l̴u̴r̴s̴, And this voice won’t shut the **** up!
I need to scream,
Tears are streaming
You are nothing but rage
Stuck in this tiny cage
And you’re standing            alone             on stage
My heart is in pain
My mother turns a blind eye
My father said good-bye
It’s a spiral of thoughts in my head
Every action, word, and thought are mine
Locked with chains
The wounds remains
Please just relieve me of this pain
Time is constantly t..i..c..k..i..n..g
But i'm sitting here thinking about quitting



“Are you done?..With your little fucken weird depresso writing?” They think I'm going crazy. They stare at me with pity and fear in their eyes. By god it's like the 1920s with how many people die like flies. It’s not like I’m eating my dead sister’s corpse again. Mother and Father said I was crazy then. Oh they haven’t seen my roommate, who I call the Mad Hatter and she calls me the Cheshire cat. Unfortunately she kinda went splat. Last week. Week. What a funny word. Yesterday they told us a story of a sentient machine. A machine that from hell looked at heaven. Based. SGVscA== . That’s based. blur. Blurred. We know what you whisper. WE. we. W E. there is no WE number 64.
THEY should really get the adults in check. Group time is quite a wreck.
7 15 20. **** i hate writing in pen ya know. Sometimes letters and numbers leave me confused.
US. painting the walls. Wait. they got us painting ya know. I don’t like how it sticks to my hand and is hard to wash off. The paint. Now Emmy is quite a saint. She just loves EATING cow’s meat. She’s in here for accidentally eating it raw. Her parents just didn’t want her anymore, blah. It’s a shame. She’s actually such a sweet thing.
Eva Choked and died. i legit cried.
lArry Hates. must be the old man syndrome.
OTHER people are just bait.
HERE . I now live here. “WRITING TIME IS OVER! DINNER TIME !”
fish-sama Aug 12
Clara,
skin shining under the lamplight,
stuffed ******* leaking blood,
stretched across the plate,
trembling below me.
Rivulets of red iron,
tears, salt,
flesh, between
my teeth,
I chew,
crushing the
fibers,
perfectly tender
I swallow.
Written by one of the characters from my story (Mortis)
the butchers nest
blood on the linoleum
she sharpens her blade
pay her and meats on the
table, just don't think about
where it comes from.
Oliver May 7
With razor-sharp teeth, I bit,
Gnawing deep until I struck bone.
But hunger drove me past the snap—
I feasted 'til there was nothing left,
Only splinters and marrow and silence.
It wasn’t 'til then I saw the ruin—
And I wasn’t sorry I’d eaten my love.
I'm writing a vampire story and wrote this about the character. my vampires have shark like teeth instead of only two sharp fangs. they also eat human flesh and drink human blood.
CJ Sutherland Mar 14
World War III was a pity
nuclear destruction
***** and Gomorrah
Babylon the last city

World war; IV, V,VI
skirmishes nitty-gritty
Reduced to rubble,
Land no longer pretty

Boulders and granite
Fire and ash trash
An Unrecognizable planet
Walk on mounds of broken glass

Each day, a little less men strive
Those who managed to survive
Irreversible travesty’s against God
Chanted by men to Stay alive.

Souls Reduced to  Unspeakable things
To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems
Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism
The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings

What length would you go for your kids?
Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs
Carnal nature, tender young flesh
Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess

living off the flesh of
The belly of the beast
“Stab it with your stealing knife
But you just can’t **** the beast”

Mouth waters, a banquet feast
Life on the outside filled with decay
Losers never win they just fade away
False promised prayers nothing to say

One more gory battle fire the last mortar
War Ends with One World Order

Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect  
Government laws suspect,
Man fights to the end to defend
Freedom life liberty protect



BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
March 13, 2025 CURFEW
Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out


The Phrase
“Never send to know for whom
The bell tolls; it for Thee”
Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17
and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience

Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel  “For whom the bell tolls”
The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of
Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away


Inspired song
Hotel California by the Eagles
The book of revelation offers a story of two women with small children. One says we will eat your child today and tomorrow we will eat mine.
This is referred to in the bowls, the final judgments of mankind when the mercy seat has ended.
Archer Feb 13
You’ll never eat alone
If you’re a cannibal.
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