so that’s all there is to it- you take the dead things out and eat the rest of me alive. they only want the things they think they can handle. take my softest parts and tear into them first and all that’s left is the worst of me. darling, i don’t need to pray to my god- i know i’ll find someone who will pick their teeth clean with my bones. hunger is meant to be sated in some way, any way.
Finally succumbed to posting art here. So. One piece?
