Stomach Book

Standard

Cover

(Cutting them apart
Tearing them apart
Shredding them apart
Just to read…)

People fundamentally used bookshelves
To hide their backstories
To stomach their secrets

She happened to pass the bloody murder scene
When the girl learned from the black cat of the pages…

Obsessed with the printed words at seventeen,
Possessed by the idea of “Stomach Books”
By killing people with the book’s “Cover Art”
She engorged upon the pages with delirium

Cutting them apart
Tearing them apart
Shredding them apart
Just to read the pages

Cranial nerves
Tingling yearns
With desire for
The newest work

Want to see, want to read
Want to read, want to see what’s inside you
Want to see, want to read
Want to read, want to see

“If words could kill someone,
Now wouldn’t that be just wonderful?”
The mastermind responsible for planting the books,
A bestselling author, smiled uncannily

“I’m bored of being read by the masses,”
The boy muttered sadly
“In order for you to read my works,
I wouldn’t mourn the loss of the “shelves” you carve open.
I want a reader who’s nothing but dedicated.”

Manipulated
Stipulated
Just to turn more pages
She tore apart human bodies

Hands sullied
Haggard breaths
Still, she had already fallen in love with the words

“Haven’t you noticed?
The last volume is in you
A shame there will be no end to this story”

Sweat pours down her neck
And with shaking hands on her blade
She stabs

Shuddering from the pain
Eyesight fading
From her stomach, she extracts her very own book
She opened the pages and saw the words
A pitiful two lines
And nothing beyond that

“Congratulation to you, you are the most superb reader!
However, the last volume has always been inside of me.”

Then he spread his arms with nothing
But, but, but a wide smile

Want to see, want to read
Want to read, want to see what’s inside you
I can’t see, I can’t read
I can’t read, I can’t see…