nibble gentle
relentless
in the hidden places
swiftly building
ribbons round within
like a gift wrapping
in reverse
in negatives
before you know
you'll be my present.
i'll core a zone
around your heart
(i save the best for last)
and find the far corners
of you instead
the unfelt places
and fill you with me
tunnels for me alone
coated with mud and spit.
and when at last,
you've nothing left to offer
when it's far too late to stop
(would that you could)
well, dear, i'll move on.
but not before i
eat your cardboard heart.
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