Tear my skin.
I hate this feeling,
This feeling when I am ‘not me’
I’m her.
That vicious,
angry and sexually violent soul who
craves
flesh.
Bleed for me.

I crave this feeling
when I feel nothing.
but must feel something
even if it’s pain.
The push and pull
flesh and the fuck
it feeds me
and you.
Teeth tearing into
my
flesh.
blood dripping
proving that I’m
still
alive.

Your cries feed me.
Your sweat on
my skin.
Your tears on
my tongue.
Your blood on
my lips.

skin
crawling.
heart pounding
dying inside.
come to me
set me free.