Cannibalism as a metaphor for love never bored me. But with this particular poem, cannibalism is more of a concept, because… You can’t eat a soul, right?
The reason I post this as an image is that I can’t format it the way that I want in this WordPress blog. I can’t tab. But why does the formatting matter so much, anyway?
You go down the steps, falling down, tumbling down, following the voice… That’s the premise of this poem.
I submitted this for a Literary Magazine, but they rejected it. I was a bit salty at first because their theme aligns perfectly with what this poem is, at least that’s what I thought, but I managed to keep my peace of mind. I will be waiting until a Literary Magazine opens submissions with the perfect theme that suits this poem.
Enjoy the bullshit below.
