8:14 p.m. - 2009-10-09
cannibal
all thats left is the bloody mess and his corpse won't breathe, he's fuckin lifeless. there is no end to the endlessness, the sacrifice is necessary, the goddess demands it. and i hold his cold and it smells like him. and i wrap my fingers through the pieces of his skeleton, because it's that undone and i know i've done it. my body becomes, the pieces align, my teeth are bloody and my pussy aches but for once i'm not hungry, for once i'm satisfied and full. full of him. and it feels good. his flesh is so warm, his blood is black, thick and sour. i eat him. i feast and the hunger has lasted so long. i eat, the hunger had lasted too long. the look on his face was beautiful, the torment and the surrender, as i entered him. with my knife, his life is mine. his was defeated, and me completed and his rage can't hurt me anymore. i eat him. filled with fat, filled with his vitality that he took such care of. he never forgot to eat, never went hungry like me. his satisfied eyes, his religious indifference. now it's mine.