Insatiable

june's hunger

Sending you love to wherever you’re reading “Insatiable.”

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i crave more than who i am / and more than what is poured unto me 

i crave the taste of bark mount out of my tongue as i take the form of apple orchards / and the corners of my mouth splitting like the slices of tiny paper cuts 

i crave the sourness of turning leaves at the roots of my hair / and in return flowers blossom from the roundness of my milk-drunk chest 

i crave to die as a display of horrid beauty / i crave myself in delicious ways

to be eaten

i crave to feed the world / willingly / to be more than who i am / and more than what is poured unto me 

♡, always, E.E