Meat

I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him but he scares me with how he makes

me

want

his

meet me at the butcher

bring your cleaver

my intestines are yours to devour in a morbid love fashion

sir

like when you took

me

from

behind the stockyard we lay in the grass, our blood congealed like lies we told when forbidden

to

ever

taste like sunshine on a carcass

I keep you in jars in the back of my mind

I want you inside me but this is the only way that is acceptable without suspicion

I would eat you alive.

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