10.04.22
flesh and blood and flesh again. if i could tear you open and replace your insides with mine, i still wouldnt be close enough. dirt in my mouth that tastes enough like blood, at least my blood. is our blood (and flesh) made of the same stuff? do we taste the same raw, do we taste the same roasted? i would like to think so, it makes this so much easier. if we were not made to drink the blood of our loved ones, why is it so much thicker than water? blood on blood on blood. i love you and i want to take a chunk out of you that no one else can ever have. swallow it whole without chewing, let the leftover drip down my face to show people how in love we are. how now i have a piece of you sonewhere inside of me (not yet digested), a piece that youll never get back, a piece thays already running through my own blood stream. blood on blood on blood, i think of your body like hay in the barn.