B. A. Tunstall
Content Warning: Disordered eating, Death, Religious theophagy

He tears bread from his bones
And says Eat
Sit in silence in suede red seats
Think in Latin
And Eat
Tear me open
Tell me that you love me
He says I have died for you
I have bled cold and aching on wood you carved
I have been flayed by your hand and still
I give you fistfuls of abdomen
Arm, throat, and holy communion
He tells you tear me open
Tell me that you love me
And you do
He tells you to prove it
And you do
He tells you to eat him
And you do
Place his flesh on your tongue
Blood in your throat
Choke on it
Hear him in your own voice say
Love me and remember what you’ve done to me
Love me and remember what you owe me
Eat me and know me as I know you
Drink me and know you never deserved me
The flesh falls right off the bone
Close your eyes
Eat.
Author: Baz is a Moreton Bay based creative and recent QUT Creative Writing graduate. Baz writes both poetry and fiction and has qualifications in fashion and music production. Their work focuses on gothic and religious influences and is generally an elaborate way of making their miserable Irish Catholic upbringing everyone else’s problem. To get in touch check out Baz’s Instagram: @BazAtTheEndOfTheWorld
Editors: Willow Ward and Grace Harvey