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Coerced CannibalismThrow up your porcelain
Skin and I think,
I would've saved so much time,
If I had just poured you down the sink.
But now you're just a pile of bloody acid on the floor.
I really wanted to finish,
But I couldn't stomach anymore.
Dear God you were vile,
And you were covered in filth.
With your knock-off linens,
And your wanna-be silks.
You took forever to clean,
And you took forever to kill.
And when it was said and done,
I still didn't get my fill.
I had to force myself to do this.
Believe me it was not easy,
Hunger pain will make you strange,
And turn you rather sleazy.
I am not as terrible as you.
All I did was feed,
You were the one who lied and stole,
And wallowed in your greed.
Justified, my actions are,
At least I feel this way,
And I think others will too.
Society's rather easy to sway.
After all, what is one to do?
When one is desperate and poor,
And has been turned away, from every affluent door?
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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