Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Cravings


Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Her soul
was dripping 
from his mouth –

there are many kinds
of hungers
and this may just be
the most dangerous one.

2 comments:

  1. this is not a comment
    and it's not even a poem
    it's just a way of saying
    thank you
    for sharing this piece of writing.
    i may not be the most understanding
    and for sure i don't have your romantic experience
    but when i see good writing
    i close my eyes and i try to see it happening
    "her soul was dripping from his mouth"
    so violent, so cruel, so frail
    a big face
    with big round eyes
    and a big round smile
    from which
    a glowing white-pink liquid
    with thick consistency
    is slowly dripping
    down this ghost-like creature mouth.
    there is something nostalgic
    about this moment
    as the creature doesn't agree to its actions,
    but it's in his nature
    to eat somebody's soul,
    somebody's essence.
    there is also some sort of perversion
    as the creature enjoys its meal
    almost having an orgasmic experience
    as it tilts its head backwards
    opens its mouth fully
    closes its eyes
    and it devours every flavor of this soul
    like a good steak
    raised on a special diet
    prepared medium-rare
    imported from japan
    this soul tastes just like a wagyu steak
    probably even better
    it melts in your mouth
    and it has the most delicate texture
    and the creature knows that it does something wrong
    to devour somebody's soul
    somebody's essence
    that's where the perversion comes from
    as the creature loves this too much
    to just let it go
    to maybe become vegetarian.
    the same way the creature enjoys its meal
    i enjoy your writing
    tilt my head backwards
    close my eyes
    and i devour it
    feeling ashamed
    that i might get caught
    in this web of fantasies.

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