The Auto-Cannibalistic Whore, poem by Signe Robertson, 2009




The auto-cannibalistic whore has to eat her own flesh everyday in front of hungry horny lesbians
She starts by cutting off all the flesh until only the ghost is left
She then fries her flesh in lots of salt
The ghost cries bitterly, but her cruel crowd is here, so she slowly starts eating her own flesh
It's very crispy and salty, kind of like overdone tofu or bacon or something, but with a weird, disgusting quality to it, which cannot be described in words