Feast

And I want to eat your hurting

And I want to lick your loathing

And I want to taste your suicide

And I want to feel your feeling

 

Inhale

 

And I want to eat your self-harm

And I want to lick your anger

And I want to taste your history

And I want to feel you’re feeling

 

Inhale

 

And I want to eat your sadness

And I want to lick your ribcage

And I want to taste your acne-scars

And I hate that I am feeling

 

Inhale

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