#cannibalism poetry

[dontwannatreatyouwell]

[lovelylambi]

i'll be the sweetest lamb for you; most gentlest as you eat me away. flesh and bones. marrow and soul. your canine teethe sinking deeply into my flesh—severing me whole as your mouth drips with my blood. all because i want you to love me. to fill your stomach with me. to taste me and eat every last bit of me.

[frothingatthemaw]

CAN ANY OF YOU HEAR ME!!!!!

[thedevilsfamiliar]

I want to consume you

To take a bite of your skin

Have your blood drip down my chin

Your flesh dangling from my teeth

I want to break your chest open

And climb inside

Settle within your ribs with pride

I want to curl up next to your heart

Feel the steady rhythm stop

As my mouth grows closer

Breath against your racing muscle

I consume what is mine.

[somebodytoundress]

me all over you by me (7/2/23)

[scribblesforlove]

Pardon but I cannot yearn casually, for I crave thee insatiably.

Every nook and cranny of your body makes me ache as it provokes the avidity within me that entails the wildness sought in the forest, akin to how animals desire for another. I want you—in some sort of primal / aggressive / selfish way : untamed and full of teeth, withal my fangs, with all of me. I crave you—from thy velvet skin - down to the marrow. I want to fill my mouth with every fiber of your being, I long to swallow you wholly / eat you up / devóur you / consúme you. Nevertheless, I'm acquainted with the impossibility of my silly urge forasmuch as even out of fiery devotion—I can never crush your entire physique into mine, solely to own you.

Pardon for my unimaginable / unearthly / nerve-racking hunger for thee, but darling, a glimpse of any portion of your being—just kílls me. As my fingertips trembles out of longing to touch your white / almost pale / rosy skin, and passionately trace the tantalizing path of your majestically aligned veins. I want my tongue to navigate the skin upon the facade of your ribcage—split and pry it open—lick your bones—dig my fingers in; gently yet deeply in pursuit of claiming thy heart, only to caress / stroke / pluck it as though it's a guitar with melodic strings that embodies our intimate and unquenchable affection.

With absolute certainty, you don't have the faintest inkling of how hungry you're making me—truthfully, I would have indulged in your flesh and eaten you already if I could. I may not have rendered everything precisely in words, but that's how I, sickeningly, crave for you even before your hazel eyes met mine halfway. Mystically, the first few seconds of our rendezvous, in some sort of spell / incantation—I knew you were the one like the back of my hand. The one whose parts I would insanely long to kiss / lick / suck out for hours, and eventually realize—I just couldn't get enough, for I'd always crave you—just as how my lungs perpetually yearn for air to breathe.

[wordslop]

to see him rip into my heart like a fresh peach

to see him cut into my brain like the best steak he’ll ever have

to see him open me up and find what he’s looking for

to see him covered in what remains of me

i’d let him devour me just to be closer to him

i’d let him devour me to combine our souls

i’d let him devour me to be with him for a moment longer

i’d let him devour me just to see the sparkle in his eyes

i want to be closer to him

i want to combine our souls

i want to be with him for a moment longer

i want to see the sparkle in his eyes

i was raised seeing teeth

i was raised knowing only the sharpness of words and what not to do

i was raised in a place where love was hard and cold

i was raised seeing onto teeth

i find comfort in the idea of a meal

i find comfort in the idea of yelling

i find comfort in the idea of starving

i find comfort in the idea of whispering

i find comfort in the idea of consuming

i find comfort in the idea of shouting

i find comfort in the light of red stop signs and cross walks

i find comfort in the shimmering clouds on an orange sunset

i find comfort in the sourness and bitterness of a yellow lemon

i find comfort in the swaying of the green trees and the soft grass

i find comfort in the depths of the blue dark nights and early mornings

i find comfort in the royal purples keeping me safe while in deep sleep

do you think he understands that?

could he understand how complex i am?

do you think i could explain it to him?

could he believe in wait i’m saying?

i cannot show him my heart

i cannot show him my brain

i cannot let him open me up

i cannot let him be bloodied by my selfishness

i don’t want to see his teeth

i don’t want to see his sharp words

i don’t want to see his love become hard and cold

i don’t want to see his teeth

i can show him the comfort of

spending a night out under the light of red stop signs or the cross walks

being on a roof and seeing the sun set fading to beautiful colours

sitting on a counter and sinking our teeth into a sour and bitter yellow lemon

laying in a field watching the trees sway and feeling the soft grass

looking up at the night sky and seeing the dark blue sky and see it all till morning

enjoying a nice afternoon nap in a royal purple comforter

i think he understands

i think he knows how complex i am

i think i can explain it to him

i think he believes in what i’m saying

i know he understands

i know he knows how complex i am

i know he could explain it back to me

i know he believes in what i’m saying

i’d let him devour me

for our souls to touch

for our time spent together to mean more

for it all to mean something

i’d let him comfort me

under stop signs and over crosswalks

over a sour bitter lemon

under a deep blue night sky

i’d let him know me

in royal purple sheets

and on soft beds of grass

under the beauty of an orange sunset

i’d let him understand my teeth

i’d let him know my sharp words

i’d let him explain how i am cold and hard

i’d let him believe i was raised with sharp teeth

and he’d love me just the same

and he’d show me his teeth

and we will know no difference

there is no harm in sharp words

as long as we can complement each other and know it’s true

he’d understand my cold and hard edges

and he’d show me his

there is no harm in cold hard edges

as long as we know where the soft warm parts are

he’d show me his sharp teeth

and we will know no difference

as long as we don’t bite

he won’t devour me

i don’t need him to devour me

i don’t want to devour him

i don’t want him to devour me

i don’t need to devour him

when i was younger my parents taught me the way to love is through a mans stomach

yet they did not love each other

they had teeth

they had sharp words

they had cold and hard edges

they had sharp teeth

i will not be like them

i do not need him to devour me

because that is not love

i don’t need him to devour me

because that is hunger

because that is teeth

because that is sharp words

because that is cold and hard edges

because that is sharp teeth

i love him

and he loves me

that’s all that matters

devotion does not equate to devouring

i devote myself to him in every ways i can

and if that means he will devour me

then so be it

as long as i am loved

as long as i can love him

[ray-of-melancholy]

I'm losing my life to you. If you die before me I will kill myself. I can't stand the thought of a world where we don't coexist. You're my favorite person and you deserve more than anyone to know that.

I have a special notebook I tuck in the back of my drawer, it's all full of you. I can't let anyone know about it. Then they'd know about you and you're my soulmate. Please be all mine. I've bled so much for you, its all over those pages. Every time I make an entry with your information, I make a new slit. You are my scars, you are my blood, you are my skin. You are my body, you own me.

I love you so damn much. This Isn’t a joke and fuck you if you think it is. You've neglected to notice any of my other advances. You remember those flowers? Those were fucking from me you selfish asshole. I spend all my paychecks on you. My love, my life, my soulmate, my sweetheart, my one and only, why do you hurt me this way?

My heart aches for you. Just let me in<3

I'm flattered my dear. This may be the first time I hear of your affection but deep down I know. I know your mine. I know I'm yours, I feel our connection and love building. I feel you in my heart when I close my eyes. I feel you in my lungs when I breath, I feel you in my very soul. And some day, melancholy tunes, and the most powerful neo/classical music will play at our wedding. Not because it's a sad day but because our vows will be obituaries and our love a smeared lipstick

The mirror is where I find my love, it's where I find you, behind the mirror is a medicine cabinet where they want me to be. To lock myself up and be normal, but I can't. Not with you in the picture, not when Im loved by my own counterpart, another side of me. They will say we are separate people, that our love is disturbed or crooked. That we have perverted the very definition.

But is that not what love is?

It's meant to be perverted and bruised.

Never hide your letters, never let them be shrouded in shadows for the shame you feel is temporary, we will find each other my dearest, my God, I would lick your boots the same way you would lick mine.

We are one

We are a single whole, shattered and separated but someday. Somehow. We will be together again we will be a whole being

I didn't realize it until now but you are me as I am you and I will find you to kindle our love.

I will embroider your skin in flowers, roses and marigolds and orchids

Love, death, and sex

The very things defining us

When I think of you I think of rope burns and candle wax, the taste of crimson and the smell of figs.

I'm the fig, you're the wasp, I will consume you to become ethereal, to become whole.

I yearn for you

I will ruin you

I will pervert everything you know

And that will be what we are

Spoken word obituaries, sweet deaths whispered in our two person coffin.

I will keep you caged like a bird, your wings clipped with an altar dedicated to who you once were and who you will become under my guidance.

A cross

You are crucified, raw, unhidden, everything you are shown to the world.

You are mine

And I will bring you to your knees

Spiders

In a web

I will tie you in me web

The rope burning your skin

In our shrine, in our home.

I will keep you trapped. My bite eating away at your organs, until you are but a shell when I will eat away at your organs and swallow your guts

A shell

Found in the beach

Taken

Taken home

Away from your home to be with me

But you don't regret it

Not even for a moment

I would do anything for you. I HAVE done it all for you

My heart beats for you, I move for you, I gasp for air, I sob, I do everything,

I'm a marigold, rotting away by a casket

I'm a rose, covered in thorns

I'm an orchard, passionate and needy

But I am you, as you me

We are a fig

A predatory plant and a misunderstood animal.

Painted as aggressive but your just defending yourself

Until you give yourself to me

Sacrificing your wings to be wrapped in marigolds and leaves

I will collect your blood and use it to summon a demon to permanently connect us

I will rip your fingernails off with pliers, I will keep them under my pillow, at your altar, littered around our shrine

I am you

I will be you

You are not me

I will consume every part of you

[apartmentbuilding-num3]

my bf makes me think about cannibalism <3

[riddlemaster268]

His Heart My blood dripping down his fingers His bloody lips pressed to my head I lean into his chest I hear his heart Pumping trapped blood through him. I wish to free it. I wish to feel his life in my hands For what is more intimate Than to hold And what to hold But His Heart?

[ p o e m b y m e . g i f b y @jeffreycombs ]

[myrunawaysweets]

rip open my ribcage and curl up inside because cuddling isn't close enough,

squeeze my heart like a stress ball

and wrap my intestines around you like a scarf, so you can keep warm,

eat my pancreas, should you get hungry,

feed off of everything I have to give,

tear apart this body in a much more beautiful way than i would have.

[dontwannatreatyouwell]

[lovelylambi]

can't let gang know i fw canibalistic symbolism in poetry

[drgnfsh]

I am such a horrid, unforgivable, evil girl

I had a girl beautiful and kind as the sun is warm

And i took and took and took until she looked in the mirror and wept

Bloody smears left everywhere my lips had tasted

Bites staining her sickly skin purple and green and yellow and red

Marks and scars from hunger long since satisfied, ugly and puckered from tenderly sewn stitches

I held her as she begged and cried and howled

As she pleaded

Let her go

Set her free

Before she had nothing left

Because she could not heal as fast as I could take

Could not grow as fast as I could

Bite and chew and gulp and rip and gnaw and

Swallow her whole

I held her as she cried, her tears burning like acid

But i wanted her to stay as much as she needed me to let her go

And I am such a horrid, unforgivable, evil girl

And she was such a kind, beautiful, sweet and giving girl

[seventhpine]

changes

everything changes transforms morphs into something new everything changes even you

you've become something different far more than you were I can barely even recognize you

what was once a man is now in my breath smoke in my lungs your life beyond death

the scent of your flesh roasted to perfection gives you a far more pleasant complexion

everything changes as one becomes two you're now part of me and I, all of you

[naraysuda]

“I killed a plant once because I gave it too much water. lord, I worry that love is violence.” — José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”