Breathing never became second nature,
My lips still blue, despite the nurture,
A stillborn baby forced to grow,
Aches for death, aches for home.

Do you still like me,
With my hair falling out?
Am i still pretty,
My time cant be now.

Please my love dont leave me,
I still want to be needed.
It hurts when i keep decaying,
My bones will shatter under the strain.

I want to be,
Beautiful still.
Am i worthy?
Do i make you ill?

Im sorry for the rot,
And that blood leaks out.
I really do not,
Want to tie you down.

But i have to love,
My skin feels so cold.
You warm me up,
Though i have a rotting soul.

So please my love dont leave me,
I still want to be needed.
It hurts when i keep decaying,
My bones have shattered under the strain.

Angels are real, just in different forms,
An infants first cries, lungs overwhelmed by oxygen,
Its mother knows now her love will touch someone,
An old woman taking your hand as you weep on the train,
Hardly a stranger when her smile lines and crows feet show you you’re safe,

A swans small feather, held by a child,
Meaning pulled from inside themselves, learning to independently smile,
You are an angel, soft and unsure,
Reflected in babys cries, smile lines, and swans flight,
Heaven is inside you, sinful and pure.

Porcelain baby,
Eyes broken glass,
Hollow and empty,
Deepening cracks.

No one to hold you,
Or brush your silk hair,
Flower without bloom,
Dust drifts through the air.

Broken pearly shells,
Cut the soles of my feet,
Salt water licks them,
Ache running deep.

Thrashing waves milky,
With light of lunar god,
Her gaze pierces warmly,
Guided through the fog.

Cold numbs the pain,
Sleep take over soon,
She drags me to my death,
Drowned in water of her womb.

Night is safer, break a promise .
Hide your soul with frozen mist.
Petal imprints an icy layer.
Wind that blows in ancient prayer.

Juliets dagger, romeos heart.
Love exists to be ripped apart.
Gentle snow falls with rabbit in wolfs hold,
Just for a moment they both share the cold.

Dark inky silhouette,
Around the corner peaks your head,
You want to keep my breathing,
Shallow, rough, and heaving.

5, 10, 8 legs crawl,
On the floor cover my walls,
Digging into my skin,
They want to nest inside of it.

Standee backdrop push it over,
Camera lights I’ll discover,
Always watching Always creeping,
Always spy on me bleeding.

Angel number triple three,
Demon gazes over me,
Protection without comfort,
Kept alive to be hurt.

They were covered in bloody chunks, squishy blood clots pooling in their lap, and small, firm lumps of fat and muscle falling from their watering mouth.They were a mess but they were so fucking hungry. The woman had stopped thrashing and screaming now, it had been hindering them from satisfying the painful hunger, pinning her down and pushing her hands away. They needed to eat. Sharp ringing had been piercing their ears and their knuckles ached from the force it took to rip raw flesh away from the now dead corpse. But it didn’t matter. Nothing but staving away the stabbing pains in their gut mattered. Their hand groping at soft flesh tightened, blunt nails piercing the skin and the flesh bulging between their fingers, eventually prying the fat and muscle off, leaving bone covered in slick periosteum.

They pushed the flesh into their mouth, teeth clamping down. Fragile fat splitting against their teeth, blood dribbling from their lips. They struggled to swallow down the flesh, half chewed clumps of muscle sliding down their aching throat. It wasn’t enough, they were still so hungry. Leaning over the woman, they bit down on her lower lip, pulling the tender flesh away from her skull until it broke away. Her teeth covered in blood and completely exposed. They continued to rip flesh from her skull, bone and cartilage making up the majority of her face now. Moving down her body, they ripped open her throat, leaving bruising teeth marks dug into the skin.

It went on for hours, feeding like a starved vulture, blood around their mouth turning black after drying, clothes permanently stained and drenched. Fingernails black and filthy with blood and dirt, their lips were dry and cracked, their own blood mixing with hers, and the corners of their mouth were torn from how much they had forced in their mouth.

They were still. Fucking. Hungry. Nothing was helping, they had consumed so much, their stomach bulging unnaturally, filled with torn up human flesh. Animalistic grunting escaped their throat, so angry and frustrated, nothing satisfied them. They were pulling at their hair, frantically sobbing and coughing, blood stained saliva and snot dripping down their chin.

No longer able to control their impulses, they brought their forearm up to their lips and bit down. Their nerves were on fire, feeling heat travel from the bite mark, up their arm, to their spine. They felt their tendons snapping under the force and their canines piercing into their veins, causing blood to quickly drain into their mouth. They feverishly ripped a chunk of their own arm away, chewing it as their heart violently pounded in their head, watching as blood squirted out of their arm in time with their pulse.

They gulped down their own flesh, shivering and almost hyperventilating. They felt sick and dizzy, like they were about to collapse. Pushing themself over, they fell against the corpse below them. Soft but cold, face nestled into the bloody neck. Their breathing got shallower, smelling the vile scent of raw meat from their own breath as it hit her neck. They were too exhausted to eat, too dizzy. Now all they wanted was to sleep.

It was churning, like clumping spoiled milk was stretching and tearing their stomach open, as though their intestines were snaking around themselves, squeezing their stomach until it ruptured. They were hunched over the kitchen counter, it’d be a relatively peaceful evening if it wasn’t for the immobilising pain they were in. It was spring, there were sweet birds chirping outside, and there was a golden glow in the kitchen from the setting sun. A sickening crack echoed through the room as they dropped to their knees, arms desperately clutching their stomach as if the added pressure would alleviate anything. Everything was spinning, their own desperate groaning, turned almost animalistic through grit teeth, making their head pound. They needed it out. They needed the pressure gone. They didn’t care how.

Uncurling one arm from their stomach, they reached up to the counter top, hauling themselves upwards so they could see over the edge. Body drenched in sweat and heavy bags under their eyes, they scoured the surface for something they could use to stop the pain. Almost instantly, their eyes landed on the wooden block just inches away from their sink. Scrambling, almost slipping on the shiny tiles beneath them, they reached for a knife. Acting too fast to register their own actions, the knife was forced into their stomach, leaving a deep, gaping trail behind it. After forcing it across their gut, they pulled it out slowly, hands violently trembling.

The smell was like rotting meat, something foul they’d released from inside themself. The pain was sharp now, like the churning milk had been replaced with hot, burning coals. Something started to slip, unwind from inside their stomach. Fleshy and slimy, their small intestine dragged itself out from the deep wound.

Their mouth suddenly became wet and bitter, filling with saliva, readying itself to expel the vomit travelling up their throat. What came out was a dark red, almost brown, sticky substance. Their body was finally failing on them. They felt themself tip over, head cracking on the cold tiles, just like their now bruising knees. As their body twitched and jerked uncontrollably, foam pooled out from the side of their mouth. Golden glow slipping away, leaving them to rot in the dark.