Cannibals
We are all cannibals
We consume one another all the time
In flesh and in mind
To know someone deeply
Is to hold a watermelon above your head
With the sun’s rays flowering around it
And smash it on the ground
You wait for the skin to break
And the red juice to spill
You wait to rip the pink flesh apart
With the sharpness of your teeth
All for the sweet or bitter taste on your tongue
It’s the brutal feast
Where we hold our friends’ skulls to the ground
And we let them hold ours
But then comes the swallow
To taste our flavours
And decide to keep tearing
Or leave us
Spilling and broken on the floor
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Fabergé Warland-Edge is an English Literature and Creative Writing student at the University of Reading.