“am i making you feel sick?”
even as he consumes me, my main worry is his stomach ache.
if i’m hard to swallow.
if my skin is too tough to chew on.
“you’re so handsome when i’m all over your mouth.”
i just hope i’m any good,
i tried so hard to be.
my only desire is to be loved. to be seen. to be cared for.
to be wanted.
even as he consumes me, my main worry is his stomach ache.
if i’m hard to swallow.
if my skin is too tough to chew on.
“you’re so handsome when i’m all over your mouth.”
i just hope i’m any good,
i tried so hard to be.
my only desire is to be loved. to be seen. to be cared for.
to be wanted.
you told me i should be happier here,
cold, alone in your attic,
so i was.
cold, alone in your attic,
so i was.
“just tell me i’m yours.”
i feel euphoric, as if i’m walking on air.
because he needs me.
he wants me.
it’s all i’ve ever wanted.
it’s a passionate love affair as he consumes my flesh.
i don’t feel ache.
i don’t feel pain.
i find strange delight in it all.
i’ve served my purpose.
i just hope mama doesn’t worry about me,
weeping, her eyes locking on my bright green eyes on the back of a milk carton.
losing sleep each night,
praying,
begging,
waiting for me to come back home.
i love you, mama.
never forget that.
when you get here, we’ll find each other again.
i feel euphoric, as if i’m walking on air.
because he needs me.
he wants me.
it’s all i’ve ever wanted.
it’s a passionate love affair as he consumes my flesh.
i don’t feel ache.
i don’t feel pain.
i find strange delight in it all.
i’ve served my purpose.
i just hope mama doesn’t worry about me,
weeping, her eyes locking on my bright green eyes on the back of a milk carton.
losing sleep each night,
praying,
begging,
waiting for me to come back home.
i love you, mama.
never forget that.
when you get here, we’ll find each other again.
SHANIA STEWART is an incoming college freshman at Fairleigh Dickinson University, studying forensic psychology and minoring in cybersecurity. They are based in Howell, New Jersey, and their newfound passion is poetry, connecting it to whatever captures their eye. Their poetry can be dark, light, sweet, or even just downright strange. You can find them listening to all sorts of music loudly through their headphones, or with friends.
