Crimson bitter pool,

Swirling within glass,

Searching endlessly for comfort,

“In vino veritas.”

–

I call out to the pitch-black sky,

And a peculiar creature hears my cries.

A swarming mass of shadows encroaches

And announces, “I am your friend tonight.”

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It offers a feast, a grotesque display,

Of meat and blood, to consume and slay.

I gorge, I devour, with animalistic glee,

But the mirror betrays me, a monstrous decree.

–

My face contorts, my soul laid bare,

A hunger within, a deep despair.

I flee to the tiles, a desperate release,

My insides revolting, a sickening peace.

–

Intestines spilling, life draining away,

Bile escaping, with each agonizing sway.

The flow unending, a hollowed-out shell,

Yet a strange satisfaction, I find in this hell.

–

The entity observed, a malevolent gleam,

A mind corrupted, fulfilling its dream.

It revels at the sight of my undress,

As I rip off my leotard of fat and flesh.

…

#poetry #yea