i ravage and tear at the love you give
my euphoria, autocratic
your lungs, your heart your liver your womb —
all exhumed by my hands.
fingers sharp, blistered and stained
untrimmed. revolting.
unhuman beside you – a seraphic.
i will spare you no metanoia
i eat
chew,
gnaw
spit
praise me, my love — let me unlace you
trace me like the rim of a chalice
let your rapture take over
for you're nothing but my meal.
don't be repulsed by my caprice,
my clysmic unmaking;
I am fueled only by your spite – your mind
I show my affection with torn nails, collapsed lungs
you have created me,
your desecrated image of yourself
an amen to your personal ruin,
don't you love this? i know you crave your own undoing
your rot and your pain
im a creature of opulence
Bénis-moi, mère, car j’ai dévoré,
et je ne suis jamais rassasiée
i have granted you your own resurrection —
this is your own invocation
i graze your flesh — my devotion becomes our ruin
i now savor you in revulsion
i despise you