RIPE
You have striven
to lay me bare; bathed
your teeth in my rarest juice;
But I have placed my soul
in the pit—no matter how
deep you eat, it is a thing
you’ll never be able to swallow.
"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.
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