Devour Her

Hunger. Insatiable, lustful hunger.

Damien, I, and the readers here, should all partially blame you…

Have you ever felt a desire toward someone that didn’t quite make sense? Drawn to them by something abstract, their own coalescence? A thought form, a pattern, without reassurance?

Sometimes, when we’re stricken with attraction this way, toward a distraction, we fade. Did you stoke the flame, or let it die lame, forgetting their need is also your game?

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I didn’t know then
How long it’d been
Since I’d shifted
Reanimated

A plague abate us
One of heinous
Death and decay
The men of my day

I was young
Just a lad
Only begun
Before the collapse

Dying, I don’t remember
No, only the hunger
My passion now
Devouring flesh, somehow

I roam
A quiet knowing
Never connecting
Only forsaking

This insatiable hunger
Drives me to plunder
My teeth gnash
Tearing flesh asunder

Then, I see her
A midnight moon wonder
Smells like coriander
Skin beckoning me, a blunder

I want her
No, I need her
To taste her
I teeth her

She runs, it’s so cute
As if she could possibly rebuke
The love, lust, and pain refused
Not quite, my love

Her voice as she shouts
It swallows all of my doubt
An eviscerating sound
Bringing me back to the ground

I am on my knees for her
Mouth moving wide and deep, for her
Gods, she tastes like faith and science
Somewhere safe, deeply quiet

Every bite I endure is a reckoning
Her every thought I adore, the breath of me
It’s looses from my lungs
All the songs she hasn’t yet sung

I feast on her until she’s gone
Her eyes unmoving, a final gong
My belly fills before
My heart knows what’s been done

Though I adored her, I’ve destroyed her
This fate I’ve been assigned
A hellish rank, another order
To kill what feels aligned