
Unholy Hunger by Katherine Kier
Unholy Hunger
Katherine Kier
the blood shed from biting my tongue
tastes bitter
but you like it that way
the blood shed from the fruit between my thighs
filled with primordial records
metallic and clustered
repulses you
yet you wish to devour the secrets of the universe
oh, the irony
you name me temptress,
then tremble at the spell
you begged to be cast under
you pray to forget me
while carving my silhouette
into your every lover
how many shrines
will you build from my silence
before you admit
you wanted me screaming?
you speak of me in shadows,
yet chase my ghost through every threshold—…
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