my doctor was absolutely right
i was addicted to gore
the way you tore through me and i let you
i was yearning it 

shit it almost got to me
the platoon of gorey stories you told me
and how i didn't flinch when my neck was
twisted in your arms

It was your skin
that made me feel like i should calm down like a took half a xanny
Because hell i would never let anybody-
-else twist me like that

I wouldn't allow it.

but you let bugs eat my skin
and wondered how much patience i would have before i told you no

My tongue had turned into frozen sorbet
my breasts were cement
and your lips were hungry.

i've known hunger too
it is not like this my friend
maybe we are not the same after all
mine is
the kind

of gore....which is not
all that forgiving