Cannibalism calls to me,
Like a silent winters night,
There is no sound, no voice, but you should take a walk.
Is humanity defined, but by its ability to kill? To devour.
The tearing of flesh, the pulling of strings.
What is more pure, than the need to finish, than the need to push beyond all limits.
Humanity, I call to humanity, is love not the same as a cannibal?
Demanding more than you can give, taking more than you own.
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thesummergloss (
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The message in this poem hidden under the skin has to be opened to be devoured. Cannibalized this poem reveals the meat and flesh of a very strong message. Love is a complicated living thing. I love the last lines. “ demanding more than you can give, taking more than you own”
Thank you so much for your reply! I really appreciate you taking the time, since this is my first poem, I feel very grateful you liked it!
You are most welcome keep it up.
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