Read Poem: DEVOURER, by Eleanor Kristan

Love’s a knife to skin to you,
A vein to woven muscle,
Blood puddles before you.
You listen to all the promises of a stranger’s relief
And feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again.
You committed another murder;
Kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist Home in the deafening quiet of a taxi.
There’s mold covered rage within you.
If to take a heart home with you,
You would bite your way through muscle and rib cage first.
Pleasure comes,
But there will be no devouring past it.
There is fear in settling down and being seen.
There is a glass screen between these bodies and you.
Relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity.
The sacrifice of opening up is needed to be loved as you deeply wish inside.
Desire doesn’t discriminate between hands or spoken word.
Why should you?

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