#poetry about cannibalism

[astrolutelynot]

You make me relate

To cannibals these days.

The way you say a certain phrase,

Or smile

Or look at me with those

eyes

I could simply eat you up.

#no like seriously he is so cute i want to literally cook him and eat him up #this is not a drill #poetry about cannibalism #poems about love #romanticizing love to the max #he makes my heart so full

[poet-slenderman]

Tear The Flesh

TW: Gore, cannibalism

Rip, rip, rip,

Tear the flesh from the body,

Drip, drip, drip,

Let blood pool to the floor,

May the skin be torn,

May the mind be worn

Bare your fangs,

Hear the suffering scream,

With the sharp pangs,

Watch the crimson flow

With mechanical precision

Make the next incision

Feed, Feed, Feed,

Hunger wracking at your insides,

Bleed, Bleed, Bleed,

Rage and violence spectacular

Bring the meat up to your lips,

Tear it into tiny strips

Organs draped around,

The taste of fear upon your tongue,

The victim makes no more sound,

And you feast,

Delicious, tough muscle,

Torn from bone with a tussle

More, More, More,

Satiation is not found,

Gore, Gore, Gore,

The beast within demands it,

Why be food if not to feed,

Why have blood if not to bleed

#Poet slender may not enjoy actual murder #But writing about it? #Mans could do it all day #TW Gore #TW blood #tw cannibalism #poetry #poem #slenderblog #slenderverse #poet slenderposts

[star-girlfriend]

i want you to eat me, maren, bones and all

luca guadagnino bones and all // chelsea g summers (vogue) how cannibalism took over culture // blythe baird if my body could speak //yves olade beloved // unknown // jeff buckley // luca guadagnino bones and all // leith ross we’ll never have sex // artuad the jet of blood

#webweaving #i just watched bones and all can you tell #bones and all #cannibalism #cannibalism as a metaphor #cannibal tw #flesh #love #human #desire #poetry #words #art #parallels #web weaving #text #blood tw #cannibalism as a metaphor for love #i want you to eat me #blythe baird #leith ross #yves olade #chelsea g summers #a certain hunger #hunger #i genuinely cant stop thinking about bones and all #wtf did they put in it crack #me when i have a crush #let me bite u

[joanniofarc]

georges bataille / bones and all (2022) / lupe de vega / the amazing devil / becca de la rosa / sylvia plath

#using my pinterest to collect quotes about romantic cannibalism. surely the intended purpose of the website #bones and all #web weaving #taylor russell #timothee chalamet #poetry

[glasswaters]

oh, sweet thing. my heart in your palms is beating still. there is blood on your good rug and salt upon your knuckles.

turn on the tap. until the muscle lays clean and bare, hold it under the cold water. pry open the chambers, and watch the oil and the bile drip down your drain.

i'm sorry about the mess, dearling. only; hold me gingerly, if you can. leave my heart beating, if you can.

it is tender, still, and would not yet make a good meal.

#poetry #writerblr #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #my work #spilled ink #spilled words #body horror #gore #um #implied cannibalism #i am back at it again #musing about hearts #and literal hearts given to literal loves

[holywaterwine]

bunny pyre

#cannibalism #cannibalism as devotion #cannibalism as love #writing #prose #poetry #medieval french story about cannibalism and love

[harmlesscigarette]

"Devotion," Ocean Vuong

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#the cig smokes #poetry #night sky with exit wounds #devotion #ocean vuong #is that love? #cannibalism #incorp(s)erate #taste of me on you #this love is expired #self contamination #lessons my mother taught me about men and life #sacrificial lamb #becoming god

[driedlavenderandsage]

#pomegranate #spilled words #girlblogging #spilled ink #persephone #love as consumption #eat me and see how sick you get #fruit #religious trauma #i have complex feelings about cannibalism and god #im going insane #embarassing but whatever #cancer moon #aquarius #cancer rising #text #poetry

[dionysus-complex]

it turns out that in order to have a dissertation you do indeed have to actually write the thing

#having a weird transition from prospectus phase to diss phase in part because i wrote a 75-page(!) prospectus #which i am now shamelessly cannibalizing for the dissertation itself #but honestly my motivation to write this chapter went mia when [events on campus] happened and it has not yet fully returned #and mostly i am just struggling with how fucking weird it feels to be writing about latin poetry amid [gestures at everything] #like i am writing my silly words about my silly poets in order to get a silly doctorate from a university i believe is rotten to its core #and of course i still want it because i've invested all this time and come this far but man it's bleak out there lately

[mxrtified777]

Some Cain backstory please?

Sure thing!

As far as his childhood goes, the only really significant thing is that he wasn't really socialized properly. He has a lot of difficulty with social interactions as a result of that, as well as feeling generally outcasted from society due to being an Evo, even though he's very civil as far Evos go and incredibly intelligent by human standards. (He was a human throughout most of his childhood and mutated somewhere in his teenage years.) He has a general interest in people as a whole as well as the medicinal field and took up surgical practice because of it. Somewhere along the line, Cain begins eating freshly deceased corpses in the morgue of the hospital he works at because there's no such thing as a lunch break when you're a surgeon. Eventually, he gets caught and is about to face persecution, until out of nowhere, he's transported to another foreign world ruled by a rather troublesome and flighty deity. He becomes friends with Sketti, a younger Evo, and they start living together. Soon after, they find an abandoned robot in the depths of a cave, and now yeehaw theyre all best friends forever.

Aaaand heres some fun facts from the google doc

#chrisdom #cain orcinus #i care him very much #i didnt write about his poetry book in the fun facts since its such a big deal plot wise with him #but i have. many thoughts regarding that #and then his own little personal sanctuary that he built in the base of a mountain attached to Sketti's vision room #he has a lot of books there. he just writes a lot #oh and his. uh. worship room attached to his study #this is all in minecraft btw #i could find the screenshots of the things #cw cannibalism

[taitavva]

I know you would like a god to come down and feed you and punish you. That over coat on sticks is not alive there are no angels, but the angels of hunger, prehensile and soft as gullets Watching you

[Margaret Atwood, “Crow Song”]

#love (???) -> obsession -> hunger #idk something about cannibalism and the psychosexual urge to devour #i havent read enough poetry to get It. #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #procreate #photoshop #2022 #illustration #digital fanart #persona 5 protagonist #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #3.5 hours

[lemcrafters]

Cannibalism. Consumption as an act of love. Loving you, bones and all. You live in me and i, you, both of us surrounded by a home of flesh and bone. Eat my love, set me free. Love is about what's inside. Feeling you, down to the bone. Freeing you from bone. Your flesh in my teeth and my hand in your hand and your blood in my smile and my head on your thigh my lips on your spine my guts in your hands my heart on your tongue. I feel held by you. Keep carrying me with you. Love me. Be with me, like real people do. Hold my hand, have all that's left. It was yours anyway.

#bones and all #nbc hannibal #cannibalism #jennifers body #i do be thinking about monstrous creation and about how love is consumption and and and #lem moment #tagging as this for my peace of mind: #ginger snaps #santa clarita diet #cannibalism is like vampires but for people who have anger inside #not to go insane on the sideblog but #this isn't supposed to be deep or poetry or anything I'm just brain vomiting

[seventhpine]

heart

my heart belongs to you, my love every other part of me, too all that is within me is yours, you, whom I adore.

you are so very hungry, my love and I, my dear, am absolutely famished so let us have a feast and eat as we've never done before.

it's been so long, my love since we've eaten together, as two but, darling, it's such a pleasure to share this meal with you.

first, I'll take this knife and carefully carve her up savor every single bite a symbol of our love.

#poetry #writerblr #creative writing #poem #writing community #poetry and poems #daily poem #writing #horror #horror poetry #poem of the day #cannibalistic #romance #romantic cannibalism #romantic poetry #love poem #poem about a perfectly normal couple that doesn't murder and eat people

[dystopiangrrl]

I KNOW I SHOULD ONLY BITE YOU GENTLY BUT I CANT STOP DRAWING BLOOD, DRAWING BLOOD, DRAWING BLOOD.

#poems #something about loving so much you want to consume #cannibalism tw #biting as a love language #actually bpd #bpd #bpd thoughts #poetry #poems on tumblr

[theworldwillkeepspinning]

when i kill you, it is quick

and when i carefully cut the flesh from your bone as your blood seeps from your body to the freshly mopped floor

and when i shave your head and close your eyes

and kiss your cold blue lips

when i soak up the blood and fry the skin

when the meat is tender and not at all chewy

when the only thing left in your forgotten skeleton is your brain and your heart

when i take your heart and eat it raw

in some attempt to remove myself of the guilt I have caused

in the pain it caused to kill you

in some desperate attempt to feel closer to you

even if i knew it might involve you getting hurt

i did it because i am a selfish, selfish being. 

#poetry #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #cannibalistic #this is not about cannibalism #abbey by mitski #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #I was anxious about posing this until I realized I write poetry and I shouldn't have to explain my writing to anyone.

[amalgamationink]

a eulogy for my son, who will not hear it

I would say “you’ll understand when you’re older”, but I suppose therein lies the rub. I would explain myself— tell you the grown-up truths of regret and shame and survival, and the fact of the matter being that all children are inevitably failed by their parents so, forgive me, but you’re lucky that I got it out of the way so quickly and made a spectacle to boot— but I should have done that when you still had ears. And anyway it’s rude to talk with your mouth full. Something else I would have taught you if I’d only had the time.

If it’s any consolation, they will not look kindly on me. I will be the monster who consumed his son, who knelt in a bloom of copper and salt and tore the babe to shreds. There is little room for nuance when I am stuffed so full of flesh. Did you know that it was you or me? Parenthood is about sacrifices, and I couldn’t bear to lay myself upon the altar. Forgive me. They are welcome to their judgement. When they discover the knives in their backs, gifts from their precious lambs, they will understand. Or they won’t. I won’t ask.

It was you or me, you know. You had my eyes, my mouth, my hunger. These were gifts from my father, once, and he fell at my hands for them. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, forgive me — I could not play his part for you. Your gifts were mine to give, and mine to repossess. The revolution ends with me. I have done what I must to survive you. Part of you will survive with me, resting somewhere in the caverns of my gut. We will share the blame. You couldn’t help your birthright. I couldn’t let you keep it. Believe it or not, this hurt me more than it hurt you.

I picture you serene. Better than picturing you headless, bloodied, between my fingers. In the depths of me, there is a quiet peace, drowning the sense memory of the snap of your spine. The fruit of my loins had tender skin, and it burst ripe and sweet between my teeth. Even in my grief, my mouth waters. They will say that my consumption has cost me the right to mourn, but nothing else can hurt you now. I have saved you a lifetime of little agonies. It was violence as an act of love, a shield from harm. It was you or me. It had to be me. You understand. I know you do. Forgive me.

(inspired by Goya's painting, Saturn Devouring His Son).

#went off-prompt for this day. just wasn't feeling it rly and i had written about this painting for class from the perspective of an outsider #and my professor was like ''a rly interesting poem would be one from the perspective OF saturn in this painting.'' and i went ''bet.'' #i'm not sure if this is good Per Se but it was an interesting exercise. #spilled ink #spilled poetry #napowrimo #ekphrastic poetry #ekphrastic poem #saturn devouring his son #abuse poetry #poets on tumblr #prose poetry #prose poem #tw abuse #tw cannibalism #napowrimo 2023 #napowrimo day 6 #damien.txt