You feed on the parts
I try to hide,
a metaphor
that you’re eating me alive.
Pierced on the neck,
where the words grow thin.
Nothing bleeds,
but teeth sink in.
You’ve frozen my world,
now nothing grows around me.
Taken, eaten, discarded
—like zombie-candy.
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1001 Nights (1998) Art: Yoshitaka Amano