Rabid dog

Trigger warning : this poem deals of SA, please read at your own discretion.

Tender and raw,
Is the flesh I’ve consumed bare,
However is it mine in law,
To break, to tear ?

I will fight for it, kill for it,
I will claw for it, cheat for it
And no one will disagree,
And no one will oppose,
And no one will be free,
And all here will be foes.

None can stop the madness,
The hunger, the starving, the yearning.
My stomach growls with madness,
And the hunger, the starving, the yearning ?
It’ll remain. It’ll lodge deep. It’ll poison. It’ll disgust.

Because there is something,
And this something is disgusting.
It deserves this treatment.
It will nod in agreement,
That s***s, and w****s, and jezebels,
Who tempted and maimed,
Are the ones who should be blamed,
For my faults, my sins.

And I will believe it too,
And you will believe it too,
And they will believe it too.
Because what was she wearing,
The night I ate her ?
Because what for, at dark, was she searching,
The night her flesh became a stranger ?

She is no longer her.
They will no longer be her.
Maybe someday she’ll find her way back,
But one thing is sure, I will always bite and attack.