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and with my own blood in his mouth god is swallowing me; perhaps if i had prayed hard enough he would not tear apart my heart. god is alive. and god is hungry as he sinks his teeth on the meat of my ribcage like i am his favourite offering, like i am his favourite creation.
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he/they/(she) | chris | greek | twenty-two |
















