tw • mentions death and cannibalism
Kill me, oh sorrowful wench.
Kill me and tell the shadows how you've won.
Declare your victory even as tears run down
and gnarled fingers claw at the very thing
you've destroyed.
Desperately searching for a blossom of life,
the warmth of love,
the light of a smile;
Only to be met with bitter gal rising in your throat.
For I am already dead.
Reach inside my weary bones,
careful not to shatter,
and wrap fingers around my heart.
Blood seeps through, weeping, wailing.
Fingernails tear inside, forceful
unyielding
until they sink into the withering depths.
It's hot and wet, squelching, popping -
you're disillusioned in thinking it's life.
For my eyes glaze over, dull.
You didn't do this, you didn't do this, you didn't.
Of course you didn't.
Deafened ears hear nothing,
blinded eyes see no fault,
despite how tar dripped from your mouth.
Acidic rot that bubbles against my skin.
A writhing cacophony of lies.
Kill me, you howling hag.
Claw away your sight
for you loathe to see what you've done
to me
to yourself.
Devour my intestines
now I'll never leave you
