Talisman I of VIII
Lust
You saw me
and felt a longing.
Like wanting me
made me yours.
At first
you only took
what I gave.
Then what I offered.
Then what I hid.
You kissed me
until my mouth split.
Bit down
until blood
filled our teeth.
You held me
like something
already dead.
Something made
to be opened.
So you opened me.
Rib by rib.
Handful by handful.
You reached inside
like there might be
something in me
you had not already taken.
You ate
what was soft first.
The places
that still trusted you.
Then the muscle.
Then the marrow.
You stripped me down
until there was nothing left
and still
you looked at me
like I had kept
something from you.
From Seven Ways to Be Damned
by Z.C. Mayson