take me now,
while we're dancing.
tear the flesh
from my neck
with your talon teeth,
sink them deep
in my breast
for my sweet meats
lie within.
show no sorrow.
scoff my entrails
with abandon and
plunge deep into
my carapace to
gorge upon my marrow
before the palsy happens.
wicked is this sin,
from canal urge to
cannibal, within
this body
lies the secrets of
the visceral. i lay
them at your table.
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