carnivore carnival. 

sharpened my canines on the gritty reality you 

undercooked for me

ripped into the marrow of life

preferred the bloodstained

Strained 

Maimed 

Truth.

carnivores are prettier with bloodlust left in their 

eyes dripping down to their mouths.

napkins look better stuffed down the throat

of those who sit in the laps of those who feed them

choke on the pressure bleeding out from the heart you stole.

behold she had teeth.

leave it out. Lick it clean.

denied my hunger

to a starvation point where my mind ate my heart 

metamorphosis.

female carnivores are always the hungriest

we are scrambling for leftovers

of our own body.

a damsel who eats distress 

leaves her breadcrumbs for leftovers.

twists and turns left out to dry

why do the sweetest bits turn rotten the quickest?

I am only hungry for myself.