True By Ben Aizenberg

Eat my heart

And all its trappings

Take it while it still beats.

Eat.

Within its chords are our days,

Each more fleeting than the last.

Feast on my life

Savour its colour as it touches your tongue

I give it to you willingly

Consume me.

I hunger to be eaten.

And when you pop the last gristle

Between your teeth,

Be satisfied

How true I tasted!

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