07.
My love, you will die and rot. My heart will break for thousands times over. Fragile little thing. I will be alright. Rest alone in this world, I wish my heart in your grave than none at all.
To be love is
to consumed,
to be consumed,
interchanged,
regress and grow.
So… rip me open, gently.
Savoring on my heart like the sweetest thing.
Feel my lungs and rest on my cavity
Travel through my veins like it leads to home.
And just like that,
I let you do.
Devourer of my flesh.
Last part of my Farcille zine Devourer of my Flesh
You can search my tag ‘Devourer of my Flesh’ to the whole zine.
Did I tell anyone I really love the end of Dungeon Meshi? It made me feel like it is worthy to be kind and to love one another, that I should live, even it will end.
It’s really special to me.
