CANNIBAL.

By Aishwarya Chandra

Edited by Nandana

I am a cannibal.

I feast on my flesh

 to see what I am made of,

Each bite so bitter,

yet some drip sweet.

I chew on dreams.

I swallow regrets.

The taste burns my throat,

yet I gnaw on my bones,

seeking my marrow

to unfold my being.

The flesh tastes divine

 while my soul rots,

unclean.

I dig the knife deeper,

dissect every piece.

Guts spilling out,

pool of blood at my feet.

Sorrow spills from my eyes,

joy curdles into bile.

I gorge on my ruin,

I guzzle my decay.

And still the hunger

remains.