This poem - with link to Poetry Foundation - is prayer to and myth of a world after pain and life after death.
sometimes a boy walks into his room/then walks out into his new world//still clutching wicked metals. some boys/waded here through their own blood.//does it matter how he got here if we’re all here/to dance? grab a boy, spin him around.//if he asks for a kiss, kiss him./if he asks where he is, say gone.

This article from Harper's is about human composting - a relatively new alternative to burial. This article specifically discusses Recomose, a human composting company based in Washington. Excerpt:
"The only characteristic that funerary mores seem to share is intentionality. Disposing of the dead in an arbitrary manner—leaving a body where it fell on the battlefield, or tossing it with others into a mass grave, limbs akimbo—is a universal sign of disrespect. Intention is how we signal care, whether or not we believe that the soul persists, or whether we believe in a soul at all."

This article from In Some Strange Department Store on Substack discusses vampirism and cannibalism in film and literature as they have evolved over time, and questions what will become of them as mainstream film and lit are increasingly sterilized and made bland in order to gain success under late stage capitalism. Excerpt:
"When a vampire drinks the blood of a human inside a horror narrative, it can easily be separated from that which we call reality. It is benign in its fantasy. When a cannibal eats the wet, bloody flesh of their peer off of the bone, meat squelching with each bite, crushed between molars, it garners a reaction far more visceral in nature. There is no separation between you and The Cannibal, the page, the screen. Everything true about The Vampire is a given truth about The Cannibal as well. It is marginalized, ostracized, abjected, sex, sexual, me, you. The only difference between the two tropes is that you cannot ignore your relation to The Cannibal, your place within it. The only question is, are you eating or eaten?"

This article from Medium is about, in the author's words, "sex, metamorphosis, and inconvenient desires." This one I think everyone should read, it is my all time favorite article. Excerpt:
Not the weight of the body but the fact of the body. Not the shape of the body but the needs of the body. How inconvenient to be made of desire. Even now, want rises up in me like a hot oil. I want so much that it scares me. I don’t know what I’m made of; I wish I did. That I could gut myself like a fish or a fruit.