I eat people
Not like- crack their bones,
Roast them over a fire kind of consumption
But fracture their heads and root around
Their grey matter a bit
Please…
Just enough to get my fix.
Better than chocolate.
Better than cocaine.
Better than sex?
Debatable.
Crawl up inside your head,
Roll around in your nasty,
Get dirty with your thoughts.
Delight in knowing that they are not mine, and yet…
Feel the weight of someone else’s guilt,
The lightness of your joy,
The purity of that couple’s new love,
The raunchiness of their fucking.
I try on other’s emotions,
So as to have no need for my own.
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