Digging the sharpest part of my clenched jaw into the softest part of your abdomen I managed to eat a part of you while keeping you alive —afraid of your death, desiring your flesh. I managed to take something from your body, ingest it and welcome it as my own. You’re out there sans that part I ate—we both cover the wounds.
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