NEVERENDING

it’s happening to everybody

[n3verendlng]

tell me what you want from me

[n3verendlng]

i don’t wanna dance i don’t wanna be your baby

[n3verendlng]

spare me of scarcity

[vivianveil]

a night like this

[n3verendlng]

put me down where the greenery stings

[n3verendlng]

i’m pushing it down and praying

[n3verendlng]

Nine, separation

I was an angel, though plummeting

The stars are as beams shining through the wheel

I am sure that Hell must be cold

[n3verendlng]

smoke me like i’m the last blackwood you’ll have in your life

[n3verendlng]

every blessing is a scar

[n3verendlng]

really can’t remember where i left my spine

[n3verendlng]

these crosses all over my body

[n3verendlng]

no spit in my teeth

[tiredandlonelymuse]

I am hanging from a hook in the ceiling

like animal carcass.

I am splayed open, salted and tenderized.

My fatty bits sectioned off with bakers twine.

Red juices weep from my wounds.

Not blood, but the meat sweating

for better flavor.

A heavy palm comes down hard on my rump.

He lifts from the flank.

He samples the breast.

Hunger animates his body but he knows he must wait until the meat is ready.

He massages oils into the fibrous texture.

Working it in with the strong flat pads of his thumbs and fingers.

The meat is shivering.

The meat is shaking.

I’m told this is a chemical process.

Even once dead and removed from the body,

the meat dances on the table.

Due to the residual energy and nerve endings present in the tissue.

The flesh will twitch.

But it must be ready.

When it is ready he’ll carve it off in slabs,

and drop them into his mouth;

a mouse falling into the mouth of a snake

hanging by the tail.

He’ll glide the knife under the muscle

and it will slide down his throat

but it must be ready.

The meat is hanging but will not dry.

It drips

and drips

more juices.

The air is escaping.

The tendons are loosening.

He ties her off again and again.

Soon little lamb.

Soon.

- MEAT 2024

[n3verendlng]

Eleven, annihilation

This agony

Such is the consequence of audience

I will claw my way back to the Great Dark and we will not speak of this place again

[n3verendlng]

[n3verendlng]

losing you is easier than lying to myself that you love me

[teetheater333]

keep it to yourself (teeth eater)