if you're cake

If you're cake I want to eat you alive.

I want to drink you in two fingers at a time

standing in front of the pantry at 2am

taking scoopfuls of you into my mouth and sucking til there's nothing left but raw red flesh.

I want to kiss every one of your scars

run my tongue along them and taste the salt

taste the flesh of your past and rip them open with my teeth

bleed your repressed memories onto my lips --

let me take you in and patch you up again

care for you like a wounded animal

then let you fuck me animalistically on the kitchen floor.

but you would fuck me like you hate me

because you’d hate me

you don’t trust me

i pry open my chest with a rip spreader

and you pour in something that feels like molasses

sweet and achingly slow

full of empty calories

it will not sate me

you will not sate me

so why can’t i leave you alone?