I love the sound of my own voice
I fell in love with it
The sound of the words slip off my taste buds
I watch them dance like wild beasts towards your delicate,
fleshy ear
hungry to devour the fragile matter within your skull
a tunnel leads them towards their food
the devilish creatures
they search violently
as they stampede through the lily fields without remorse
as the horde come upon it
licking their lips
it’s known that destruction requires something unadulterated
and the creatures gaze in awe of the unadulterated
these figures begin to throw shapes
as they move around the tender matter
soon the congregation
blanket the delicate matter
a darkness that blinds,
suffocates, and destroys
I watch as the figures do their job destroying
and begin to fantasize about eating your heart out
to kiss and whisper to it
while my mouth wraps around the softness
and teeth sink into the flesh
I bite my tongue