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Piyath Nov 22
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.
You have such nice clothes
Sticking to your bones right now
May I try them on?
This Haiku gives me Silence of the Lambs vibes, oh no. That movie gives me goosebumps but it's so good. It's my favorite psychological horror movie of all time.
Raven Jun 30
If I did not have to feel
I would like to peel
All my skin
Shed
As would a snake
Without to break

If I did not have to feel
A knife made of steel
Would slice through my flesh
Meat so fresh
How it would taste
Nothing would go to waste

In the end
It is my own
Nobody must condone
I shall do it myself
Getting undone

Maybe it will be
Well done
Though I prefer
rare
Bard Jun 25
Go out to the tarmac shove a pig into dirt
Listen to the squeal make sure it hurt
Hogtie'em smack'em on the *** into the van
collect'em off the street and can them in the tan
Ford Transit then we off to the chop shop
The ****** butchers gonna cut some cop
Drag them up feet first arms tied to the side
Hang em up to dry over a reservoir for the gore
Cut the cartery artery while they cry no more
Whats it all for, whats it all for, a long pig cookout
A hairless goat bled out now its time to get guts out
Bleed slows to a drip time to take a head simply twist
Off it comes like pop easy as a ******* croptop
Get your blade nice and sharpish cuz next on the list
Is skinning a cop shave off fuzz into the slop
Then drag a knife from the plexus to the ****
Tie off the **** and yank the excess its painless
**** up and you can try again pick another off the herd
Cut up  again and again plenty of pork to slaughter
Almost ready for the grill party just gotta get meat ready
Detach arms, halve and quarter, keep your hands steady
Time to get out the coriander and chili powder
Hammer with a tenderizer on the counter
Cuts of steaks without any guilt, all free range
As I bite into a roast I make a toast to my rage
That made this deranged cookout, pig liver on toast
With some grits and cornbread as the feds approach
Hundred cops'll will roll on the grillmaster
Hundred shots out swiss cheesed by the *******
Read in the paper a monster cop killer
Killed for fighting the terror with terror
I'm so tired, of listening to the last words of people as cops torture them to death. I don't condone ****** or ****** cannibalism, but I need to express my frustration.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 23
It goes without say

marrying into a family of cannibals

is not a good idea

your first argument as a couple

might not go so well
Carlo C Gomez Feb 21
Winter camp,
snowbound bunch.
Uncertain smile,
what's for lunch?

The forlorn hope is grim.
Mrs. Murphy says to
commence on Milt, and
unceremoniously eat him.
Raven Feb 18
I want to dream more about flesh being eaten
How the blood in my mouth would begin to sweeten
Soft meat would part between my teeth
I took it from you, does that make me a thief?
I could not decide for where to start
So I took your whole body apart
All those delicious fresh slices
Adding only the best of spices
In each part of you can then be found relish
But don't fret, I'm not that selfish
At times I am quite generous
As if I couldn't share, how ludicrous !
I would invite my friends to a soirée
And greet all of them with a delighted enchanté
An entire evening we would feast on your meat
And I would fondly recall how prettily you bleed
We shall repeat this again and again
Until nothing remains for me to eat and torment
Raven Feb 16
I will eat you up
A piece of your flesh
Don’t tell me to stop
It needs to be fresh

A clean cut
To the bone
Blood to ****
I hear you moan

Let me cook
For both of us
Give it a look
You’re delicious
ava Dec 2019
from nerves, I cannibalise my fingers
my blood clots, and dries out
crusty and painful
yet I keep on pressing, biting
because it gives me focus
a sick type of satisfaction,
a sense of control.

I whine tears leak out, my eyelids stuttering,
Tired
my fingers bit, bone exposed and ******
my fingernails and fingerprints
all gone,
remains lay in my stomach
acid consuming the scraps of skin
this is what I call my very own cannibalism.
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