cannibalism as a metaphor for love 🫀🦷🫁🦴

1st blog ough...pls b nice 2 me ...( ´;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ;)

other than being edgy, something else about the concept of cannibalism as a metaphor for love draws me in...

everyone has heard of the interpretation of this metaphor of how much want someone has. so much that u need to be consume more. it's how alot of people were drawn in by the concept, one many people have related to. great thing about art and stuff many interpretations can be taken from one thing.

so, i guess the concept has come to me a little differently. 'stead of being the cannibal in this metaphor, i feel that i'm more often the one being cannibalized.

in the way that cannibalism is taboo, and if i offered myself to someone and let them bite away at me, id expect them to decline, or if they go as far have a taste they'd probably spit me out completely. But what if they accept the offer? Participating in a practice that which many can say gross, a practice that I offered knowing this, and they still accept it. For them to accept the guilt, shame, disgust that inheritly comes with the act. How this would require them to uncover me whole, and at the end for them to still love me. how they did all of that, because they love me.

im not one to consume, nor do i wish to consume, as it is one of my biggest fears growing up. to take up one's time, afraid to do so not being worthy enough. but i deeply yearn for the want to be consumed. for one to be willing to take me whole despite all the tribulations it will cause.

im not sure if this is the og...but its all that i can find (^^;) ps. sry if this is 2 freaky 4 a 1st post this is what goes on in my brain hope u enjoy