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[pyrrhicallyspeaking]

For the Harvest, For the Feast ↓text version below the cut ↓

Ethylene gas child, your skin craves the bruises the gentle touch of another is enough to undo you colors unravel like clothes shed with every taunt become what you need to be to be eaten, devoured You race against time, your flesh could only be sweet when hungry eyes are on you, bitterness is abated now those hands find purchase beneath your skin surrounded, never alone, your little death in a crow They hollow you out as you lay ripe and bitten gnashing teeth cannot pierce through that shell they cannot grow you back again after this meal a kinder truth (they can, they do not, you are naught) Raw, release, ripe, ecstasy, overripe, rot, remain on the beds of their tongues as a pleasant aftertaste the spot next to them is yours for only the night you were a late night snack too sinful to remember (Better, better, kind nature knows you deserve better you grew in the light of day, so bask in it once more if mouths must feed on you, then let them be kind you are not mere sustenance, you are the bounty)