do you hunger, coward?

They're glazed like caramelized sugar

My eyes, rolling to the back of my head

I'm making that face again


I have my fill until I'm full

More and more until I taste a little bit of vomit

Until I get stitches in my stomach walking up the stairs


Because I know I'll miss the taste of you

And I know I'm going to lose it soon

So eat until it hurts


I can feel your body hunger

You can hear mine groan and churn and whine 

I wear my flesh bare and open. But I can't feed you, I can't


I try to ignore all the strange smells on the walk back

Tobacco and gasoline and flowers in bloom

I'm never coming home again, at least not without you

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