He was nice,
wanting something different &
to my flesh he said —
no bloodshed i forgave.
Called me the cannibal
and made me your favorite enemy.
Never even liked my name,
knew you went putrid when you hated it —
note that, you said.
Try to be foreign in Bangladesh,
rot between human flesh
and hang the mesh.
Dress me up in lace —
don’t worry, i carry mace.
Find yourself leaking,
oh so many layers.
If they smell rotten,
they know my name —
and yet,
problems they are set
on labeling the occult.
The stares they don’t receive —
in the light, a blessing they appear,
hold, and disappear.
Cannibal, don’t hurry.
Quick, it’s all blurry.
Just make a bed,
leave no trace.
In ace, and pray — don’t betray.
Leave you with my soul tray.
Rot while i pray,
kiss and brace.
Leave no trace,
nails or hair —
this is cannibal,
i’ll embrace.