Theres a fork in the road..
I pick it up to feed myself
On my plate, the slain innocent meat of your thighs, the stolen milk taken from your breast, the fruits of your branches and the salted sweat of your hunt
I crush your bright red cheeks beneath my teeth
Your seeds will live in my body
And the buds of Your tomorrows
will blossom in my heart
And I shall wear your fragrance on my breath
I harvest your blood as wine and my lips will spill red with drunken "I Love you's"
And more and more
with every bite I take
You
Consume
Me
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