#cannibalism - Hello Poetry

use my flesh to make you full. eat me. let me make you whole. eat me. eat me. dont let me rot out for the bugs. eat me. eat me. bones and all.

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22h ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 7:57 PM UTC

thefeelingoflesbianlove

want me to eat you?

use my flesh to make you full. eat me. let me make you whole. eat me. eat me. dont let me rot out for the bugs. eat me. eat me. bones and all.

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cut me, turn me inside out show my guts, brains and heart. tell me my insides are as gorgeous as my outsides, praise me and tell im delicious as you take my organs and indulge me. you eat my brain, biting your name into it so you’re the only thing on my mind. you cut my guts, swallowing the blood, telling me im sweeter then ever. finally you take my heart rip it apart in the most disgusting way possible, because you never actually loved my insides or out.

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1d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 3:34 AM UTC

thefeelingoflesbianlove

love is a lie

cut me, turn me inside out show my guts, brains and heart. tell me my insides are as gorgeous as my outsides, praise me and tell im delicious as you take my organs and indulge me. you eat my brain, biting your name into it so you’re the only thing on my mind. you cut my guts, swallowing the blood, telling me im sweeter then ever. finally you take my heart rip it apart in the most disgusting way possible, because you never actually loved my insides or out.

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I want you I couldn’t possibly know how savage my love is, You say it’s obsession, I say it’s love. It’s the only thing I know to show— Devotion. For you, or for others, Willingly to go for this, For anyone, But mostly for you, I want to tear you up, to watch your flesh be broken away To watch you crumble and submit beneath my hands, While I beg for your love, while I beg for you to degrade me. Call me names, call me something so I can stop! so I know my worth to you, I cannot help but want to hold your lungs in my hands, to feel that warmth of this beautiful liquid, to crawl into your skin, It makes me want to eat you. Every flesh, every, in ventricle, what makes you., I want to eat you. Open up your chest, find every vital, tasty copper fluid, this feeling, It’s so good, I want to keep going, I want too, like I am yours. And you are mine, because you are, Every inch, every flesh, every single finger Baks to my toes, I want you to know how much I love you, I am your human sacrifice.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 8:20 PM UTC

Emotions_areoverwhelming

Hunger to nothing.

I want you I couldn’t possibly know how savage my love is, You say it’s obsession, I say it’s love. It’s the only thing I know to show— Devotion. For you, or for others, Willingly to go for this, For anyone, But mostly for you, I want to tear you up, to watch your flesh be broken away To watch you crumble and submit beneath my hands, While I beg for your love, while I beg for you to degrade me. Call me names, call me something so I can stop! so I know my worth to you, I cannot help but want to hold your lungs in my hands, to feel that warmth of this beautiful liquid, to crawl into your skin, It makes me want to eat you. Every flesh, every, in ventricle, what makes you., I want to eat you. Open up your chest, find every vital, tasty copper fluid, this feeling, It’s so good, I want to keep going, I want too, like I am yours. And you are mine, because you are, Every inch, every flesh, every single finger Baks to my toes, I want you to know how much I love you, I am your human sacrifice.

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It may seem stupid, but yes, I bake for him And without it, he seems dim each person is used tenderly We may not know them, but each bite should be respectful So please bite it gently I take care with all the "meat" that I put in the tin and roll out the dough with the pin Baked till it's flaky and soft And when it's finished, I let the smell waft before cutting into its juicy flesh When I bite into it, God, do I think it's a success I don't think anyone in London makes them as I do despite it being too hard to chew maybe from the leftover skin But something that helps that is a glass of gin And knowing what it truly is makes me grin

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 1:15 AM UTC

7-Flavors-Of-Bones

The Pies Of My Love.

It may seem stupid, but yes, I bake for him And without it, he seems dim each person is used tenderly We may not know them, but each bite should be respectful So please bite it gently I take care with all the "meat" that I put in the tin and roll out the dough with the pin Baked till it's flaky and soft And when it's finished, I let the smell waft before cutting into its juicy flesh When I bite into it, God, do I think it's a success I don't think anyone in London makes them as I do despite it being too hard to chew maybe from the leftover skin But something that helps that is a glass of gin And knowing what it truly is makes me grin

16

Eat me. No. Are you crazy? Eat me. I told you, I won’t. What are you talking about? Eat me. Is this what your mother taught you? Eat me. You’re lucky you even had one. Mine left long before she taught me anything. Eat me. Let alone… this. Eat me. I guess you can’t help being crazy. I’m a little crazy too. Eat me. Or maybe this isn’t crazy. Who am i to say it isn’t love? Eat me. Can i trust you? Eat me. I know i can’t trust myself. Eat me. Or at least i don’t. Eat me. No. It will hurt. Eat me. I don’t want to hurt you. Eat me. I love you, you know. Eat me. Do you love me too? Eat me. Will this make you love me? Eat me.

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC

beatlesfan909

eat

Eat me. No. Are you crazy? Eat me. I told you, I won’t. What are you talking about? Eat me. Is this what your mother taught you? Eat me. You’re lucky you even had one. Mine left long before she taught me anything. Eat me. Let alone… this. Eat me. I guess you can’t help being crazy. I’m a little crazy too. Eat me. Or maybe this isn’t crazy. Who am i to say it isn’t love? Eat me. Can i trust you? Eat me. I know i can’t trust myself. Eat me. Or at least i don’t. Eat me. No. It will hurt. Eat me. I don’t want to hurt you. Eat me. I love you, you know. Eat me. Do you love me too? Eat me. Will this make you love me? Eat me.

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The light swirls above the candle filled sky teeth to flesh heart to heart Stern of my ship going straight into mud, sinking deeper and into my heart born of your flesh blood of your blood I speak your tongue but we will never be one Never will I see again, my eyes lost for a chance at a game above hand to cheek eyes looking for a chance at "love" Angels shaking the hard ivory die, deciding my life with a swift roll of the dice lie, trick, cheat, love But the number they rolled were all один, never was I one to win, My soul took, my hands, my trust, all so I could be enough My colour drained my hair has left my body torn My ribs poke through and you proclaim how beautiful of a flower I have become, drying under the harsh fluorescent sun, Love me more, Love me now, Never will I be the same again, my teeth taken so I could not bar them as you rip my heart under the dying sun Your mouth red, Dyed from my own blood, Your voice cut through layers of Love Tainted and ruined never reaching the light above My blood over the bathroom, my mouth clean and pure My soul spilled all over and lost like dew, But never it will be enough for you. For long I will wait, For long I will ponder But never will I reach the yonder of respect, The distant glint on the horizon of love.

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Jan 28

Jan 28, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC

CannibalAnimal

Flesh of my mother

The light swirls above the candle filled sky teeth to flesh heart to heart Stern of my ship going straight into mud, sinking deeper and into my heart born of your flesh blood of your blood I speak your tongue but we will never be one Never will I see again, my eyes lost for a chance at a game above hand to cheek eyes looking for a chance at "love" Angels shaking the hard ivory die, deciding my life with a swift roll of the dice lie, trick, cheat, love But the number they rolled were all один, never was I one to win, My soul took, my hands, my trust, all so I could be enough My colour drained my hair has left my body torn My ribs poke through and you proclaim how beautiful of a flower I have become, drying under the harsh fluorescent sun, Love me more, Love me now, Never will I be the same again, my teeth taken so I could not bar them as you rip my heart under the dying sun Your mouth red, Dyed from my own blood, Your voice cut through layers of Love Tainted and ruined never reaching the light above My blood over the bathroom, my mouth clean and pure My soul spilled all over and lost like dew, But never it will be enough for you. For long I will wait, For long I will ponder But never will I reach the yonder of respect, The distant glint on the horizon of love.

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My dear, would you unmake me whole, reduce my flesh to keep my soul? Would rot and marrow serve your need, if love was hunger you must feed? My tingue laid dry inside your coat, my eyes in glass, our last love note. My teeth strung close to your throat, an old reminder of our oath. My bones reshaped to hold your light, a lamp to guard your endless night. My thight consumed with salted bread, my legs the feast that leaves you fed. My spine made stiff to bear your song, my hair drawn tight where bow belongs. My liver fed to waiting cats, my mind dissolved in wine and fats. My flesh ground fine, skin made thin, packed tight with blood and bread within. But keep my heart, do not consume, dry it clean of rot and gloom. Lay it where you sleep alone, scented wuth rose and lavender bone. So when dark begins to stir, You'll reach and find what once was me.

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Jan 2

Jan 2, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC

Andy_doll

The Use of My Body

My dear, would you unmake me whole, reduce my flesh to keep my soul? Would rot and marrow serve your need, if love was hunger you must feed? My tingue laid dry inside your coat, my eyes in glass, our last love note. My teeth strung close to your throat, an old reminder of our oath. My bones reshaped to hold your light, a lamp to guard your endless night. My thight consumed with salted bread, my legs the feast that leaves you fed. My spine made stiff to bear your song, my hair drawn tight where bow belongs. My liver fed to waiting cats, my mind dissolved in wine and fats. My flesh ground fine, skin made thin, packed tight with blood and bread within. But keep my heart, do not consume, dry it clean of rot and gloom. Lay it where you sleep alone, scented wuth rose and lavender bone. So when dark begins to stir, You'll reach and find what once was me.

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What did you expect when you presented a feast to a woman so starved, she'd eat her own heart just to feel loved?

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Nov 28, 2025

Nov 28, 2025 at 12:52 PM UTC

C_atramentaria

Heart

What did you expect when you presented a feast to a woman so starved, she'd eat her own heart just to feel loved?

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have you ever attempted to eat away at your skin to bite and chew at your lips reveal the disgusting red within its an ugly habit to pluck hair from the eyes to try to deny it is to live out your lies you know its not important but you say it anyway you tell everyone you're hurting they can never see past the decay you start chewing of your nails your fingers bleed and tear forgetting your routines and things you've been made unaware you might feel a little better if you rip off a little more your bruises turning rainbow colors disgusting little ***** you've ripped out half your lashes they seem to disappear on your legs there are gashes your skin is so easy to tear you write poems to "cope" with pain you don't deserve to say you feel you shouldn't be able to feel anything if our emotions aren't real silly stupid rabbit your tastes are a bit too much you're taking from yourself again slowly turning back to dust

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Nov 3, 2025

Nov 3, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

it all starts with swallowing your own skin

have you ever attempted to eat away at your skin to bite and chew at your lips reveal the disgusting red within its an ugly habit to pluck hair from the eyes to try to deny it is to live out your lies you know its not important but you say it anyway you tell everyone you're hurting they can never see past the decay you start chewing of your nails your fingers bleed and tear forgetting your routines and things you've been made unaware you might feel a little better if you rip off a little more your bruises turning rainbow colors disgusting little ***** you've ripped out half your lashes they seem to disappear on your legs there are gashes your skin is so easy to tear you write poems to "cope" with pain you don't deserve to say you feel you shouldn't be able to feel anything if our emotions aren't real silly stupid rabbit your tastes are a bit too much you're taking from yourself again slowly turning back to dust

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Yes, the dishes are good, expertly salted in a smatter of greens and reds, but honestly I don't care. I want you, your heart, and your flank cut out perfectly, expertly salted in a smatter of red and reds.

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC

fish-sama

The Food Critic

Yes, the dishes are good, expertly salted in a smatter of greens and reds, but honestly I don't care. I want you, your heart, and your flank cut out perfectly, expertly salted in a smatter of red and reds.

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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.

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC

uRTNaintialwrites

I know

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.

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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.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC

v4mpy

Love's Butcher.

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.

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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.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC

v4mpy

Feast.

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.

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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.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC

v4mpy

Gnaw.

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.

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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 !”

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Aug 26, 2025

Aug 26, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC

Skyof_Atlas

Voices screaming

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 !”

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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.

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Aug 12, 2025

Aug 12, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC

fish-sama

I want you for dinner,

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.

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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.

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Jul 14, 2025

Jul 14, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC

Lucida

Missing Persons

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.

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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.

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May 7, 2025

May 7, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC

Oliver_Marrie

Love Bite

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.

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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

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC

cj-sutherland

Cannibalism The Dinner Bell Rings

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

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You’ll never eat alone If you’re a cannibal.

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Feb 13, 2025

Feb 13, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC

archedbowhandle

Family Dinner

You’ll never eat alone If you’re a cannibal.

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when people get hungry they eat when anorexics get hungry they starve when bulimics get hungry they binge when i get hungry i... i want to rip open your torso. tear out your heart. eat your very soul. drink up your tears. i want to feast. yet i lay here. hunger boiling up slowly getting worse over time.

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Feb 13, 2025

Feb 13, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

Hunger

when people get hungry they eat when anorexics get hungry they starve when bulimics get hungry they binge when i get hungry i... i want to rip open your torso. tear out your heart. eat your very soul. drink up your tears. i want to feast. yet i lay here. hunger boiling up slowly getting worse over time.

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Not saying I don't like you. Your skin, your hair, your eyes... I'd just love to see your blood, to taste your sweet demise. I love your pretty teeth, shiny, sharp, and red. But oh they'd be so much sweeter, tasting them while you were dead. Darling, little Moon Beam... shining so wonderfully 'Blue'. Let me see your Bones. Let me finally taste you.

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Feb 4, 2025

Feb 4, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

Bones

Not saying I don't like you. Your skin, your hair, your eyes... I'd just love to see your blood, to taste your sweet demise. I love your pretty teeth, shiny, sharp, and red. But oh they'd be so much sweeter, tasting them while you were dead. Darling, little Moon Beam... shining so wonderfully 'Blue'. Let me see your Bones. Let me finally taste you.

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Aeipathy consumes me in a state of reverie tender is your flesh, preserved and cold pining for me to partake in my needs. finding pleasure in what's left of you your spirit groans my name even in death thy shall be whole again. after, while you're in pieces soon you will be one with me reside inside my body not one bit gone to waste embrace my favorite parts by giving you a taste. who am i not to indulge? in such a wonderous thing necro-cannibalism with my love the most endearing sin i need.

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Dec 11, 2024

Dec 11, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC

hematolagnia

Love After Life

Aeipathy consumes me in a state of reverie tender is your flesh, preserved and cold pining for me to partake in my needs. finding pleasure in what's left of you your spirit groans my name even in death thy shall be whole again. after, while you're in pieces soon you will be one with me reside inside my body not one bit gone to waste embrace my favorite parts by giving you a taste. who am i not to indulge? in such a wonderous thing necro-cannibalism with my love the most endearing sin i need.

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The Raven flies, But just to die, For the children that it bears, Bit of the hand that fed them In a land bereft claimed fair. A world where god bids all to live When they say “If we dare”. A place where all that was is not, Yet The Raven does not care. The Raven, dead, Its children fed, Its life, long forgotten. Covered in red, They laid their heads, Leftovers, ever rotten. With its soul fled, The life it lead, Its memory now shotten, The land it left ignored its death, And upon it grew soft cotton.

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Sep 27, 2024

Sep 27, 2024 at 9:34 AM UTC

jestKarma

Ode of Unkindness

The Raven flies, But just to die, For the children that it bears, Bit of the hand that fed them In a land bereft claimed fair. A world where god bids all to live When they say “If we dare”. A place where all that was is not, Yet The Raven does not care. The Raven, dead, Its children fed, Its life, long forgotten. Covered in red, They laid their heads, Leftovers, ever rotten. With its soul fled, The life it lead, Its memory now shotten, The land it left ignored its death, And upon it grew soft cotton.

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. and your mug shot's shining through it's a vision true (but the subject's taboo) all ugly here morning sunshine breakfast table autumn cool you're poised to speak a fly lands on your lolling spoon then i stand up merry i make my vital move the table backs away distressed your eyes raise i flop open my faminous mouth and let the fumes draw in Surprise ! (no time for you to hold surplus breath - - form an expression - make any objection) mechanism disjoints like the raw riches i whip the plumb weight of my head and strike mouth-chomp-grip over your scalp and i am working you in with swift jaw shifts and hingery i **** on you with a smile and gullet (past photos of you shuffle glaucous before my inner eye) yap sock muscle i operate gumming on your head (ours was the world ; we got so lazy) budging in your hair dampened by my saliva (our timid first meeting at a bar) and airway and my teeth softly folding back (us in bed-us in bed-us-in-bed) and whole hog jaw agog (the tourist we made as a couple) i dilate and distend crouch low to take your weight (the rise and falter of your sleeping chest) upend your hands panic typing in the air (the eyes of your investment in me) your feet flinging the heft back and forth your shoulders break in and forward folding my chest cracks and wells (gifts we gave that touched heart and others that fell short) a complete engulfing meal of you (your childhood antidotes and teenage feelings we discussed) down my soft disposal (all my memories of us in a fizz and all the inaccuracies) ...and then i head off to hibernation ferrying an idea that ' i have you now ' that perhaps you were my enemy all this time and i am digesting the beast (what a feast !)

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Sep 16, 2024

Sep 16, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC

neth-jones

g u z z l e (devouring the beast)

. and your mug shot's shining through it's a vision true (but the subject's taboo) all ugly here morning sunshine breakfast table autumn cool you're poised to speak a fly lands on your lolling spoon then i stand up merry i make my vital move the table backs away distressed your eyes raise i flop open my faminous mouth and let the fumes draw in Surprise ! (no time for you to hold surplus breath - - form an expression - make any objection) mechanism disjoints like the raw riches i whip the plumb weight of my head and strike mouth-chomp-grip over your scalp and i am working you in with swift jaw shifts and hingery i **** on you with a smile and gullet (past photos of you shuffle glaucous before my inner eye) yap sock muscle i operate gumming on your head (ours was the world ; we got so lazy) budging in your hair dampened by my saliva (our timid first meeting at a bar) and airway and my teeth softly folding back (us in bed-us in bed-us-in-bed) and whole hog jaw agog (the tourist we made as a couple) i dilate and distend crouch low to take your weight (the rise and falter of your sleeping chest) upend your hands panic typing in the air (the eyes of your investment in me) your feet flinging the heft back and forth your shoulders break in and forward folding my chest cracks and wells (gifts we gave that touched heart and others that fell short) a complete engulfing meal of you (your childhood antidotes and teenage feelings we discussed) down my soft disposal (all my memories of us in a fizz and all the inaccuracies) ...and then i head off to hibernation ferrying an idea that ' i have you now ' that perhaps you were my enemy all this time and i am digesting the beast (what a feast !)

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