Cannibalistic Delight

 indulging in the presence of faulty existence,

      where are the gravy bones i once gnawed on

   as the world continued on its horrendous delight?

                          an earth so white, so white, so white,

             repeating the pleonasm of unbiased faiths

                                               while i stood, differentiated,

        confronting the impending wraiths of dead men,

    devouring the world from whence i crawled

                                        from the dust of fallacy;

       what fault derives from consuming what

                                          fate has handed me?

       now i digress with desire,

  setting forth the orgasm

 of teeth and tongue.

Author's Note

Kinda forced. Deal with it.

Reviews

[Slug]

'an earth so white, so white, so white,

repeating the pleonasm of unbiased faiths

while i stood, differentiated'


' what fault derives from consuming what

fate has handed me?'
you're right, the fault doesn't lie in the cannibal for having accepted what he is. He is human, too, with human needs to express like we all do, there is no fault in that. Your choice of words make it so that the psychological complexity of a cannibals thought process is sugarcoated with an eerily lush beauty which I think is hard to pull off.
I wrote a poem on a similar topic if you're interested.
Kudos.

[Tai Ryens]

'Eerily lush' is the exact feedback I absolutely ~adore to receive. Thank you for reading.

[Extant]

Forced, perhaps, but I feel it is forced in a good way, just as whenever I am at the point of killing someone but FORCE myself to sit down and write bloody murder, not actually commit it. Maybe you didn't know this but I have a small fascination with cannibalism, and I must wonder if you do slightly as well.
" repeating the pleonasm of unbiased faiths" is a incredible thought among them.
Overall I am reminded of Heart of Darkness, a tale held close to my heart. When Marlow speaks of the cannibalistic black men who frighten the other colonists. "an earth so white, so white, so white" brought them to mind.
"what fault derives from consuming what
fate has handed me?"
I could go on for novels about this, but I'll simply say it reminds me of Hannibal.

[Tai Ryens]

Fascinated not only of cannibalism, but of insanity, and most notably finding the dark poetry associating with human anatomy (wrenched livers, imprisoned hearts, bones healing the wrong way, etc). Heart of Darkness has been on my queue list for half a decade, but unfortunate for me, I've never had a moment to spare to read past the introduction.
I'm flattered to have entertained you, thank you for kind words.

[Extant]

It's an excellent book, once I really sat down and read it I couldn't stop.
You dark well, Tai, and definitely get into the cracks of insanity.
You are always welcome.

[Frieda P]

There's nothing like an orgasm of teeth and tongue....not sure if this is a religious barb, or you haven't had your coffee yet, but love it!

[Tai Ryens]

'Tis what you make of it.

[Frieda P]

I knew you'd say that ;-)

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! Tai my boy, you still got it!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Baby R!