Consumation

I love her.

I do.

It’s there, its in black and white, I said that.

I love her.

But why do I want to eat her?

Every time she lays her cheek against mine I want to consume her.

I want to ingest everything she is, I want to swallow her whole.

I want to bathe in her blood and gnaw on her insides.

It’s unnatural this predilection.

Maybe I need help.

I have lost others before. I have done this before.

I have gotten away with it.

Until I didn’t.

And she knows this. And yet, she still visits.

She still hugs me. She still lets me smell her.

I love her.

And I am so grateful that there is bars between us.

Because if they weren’t there, I would consume her.

Incarceration means she lives.

Thank God.