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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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