consumption

you built these worlds

but you don’t want to fill them

all the horrors you’ve kept inside

they’re begging you to let them roam these halls

to eat at your table

I see them in your mouth wide open,

about to devour me

your breath is sour

your eyes glazed over

who am I to you?

you’re everything

everything?

yes everything

and you swallow me whole.

I breathe in your insides,

nostrils flared

teeth bared

I dig in.

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