I understand cannibalism can be a metaphor for toxic love and all that, but I need cannibalism as a metaphor for being touch starved. You need contact so badly is a deep hunger, something that can only be solved by the feeling lf flesh giving way to teeth, of warm, gushing blood. A hunger that’s so deep, the very thought is sickening yet you still crave, you still want, you still need, and even though you feel as if you aren’t deserving of such touch, you still crave it lile a starving wolf craves prey, like the only thing that could stop the rotting ache in your chest is the crunch of bones and the squelching of organs