Can I love pain?
If i had it my way I would tear apart the lower calf first and then eat it. After that I would pry open the rib cage and expose a bloody set of lungs. I would insert needles into the black lungs and pierce the black heart. I would consume all other organs and absorb the subtle glow of crimson. Tied up arms, strangled by thorns. Taking a nail clipper to break through the teeth, those once straight teeth. I would use my fingers to tear the lips off the face. Slowly pulling and pulling on the lips until they give way. Stepping on the face of betrayal, the face mutilated like mine. So fucking dirty now, it must have been from all of the dried up blood. Let me kiss your wounds, not for remorse but for my own personal joy. Nurturing the torn up flesh with a grin of mockery. Then I will put you back together. Push the red-slug lips back onto the mouth and filling up the rest with shards of broken teeth. Pushing the ribs back into position, but pushing them into the lungs further. I would save the black heart for myself and leave the body in a heap of purple clay limbs.