Report Blog Entry
i beat the dead horse and i ate it too. the bones here are the only glue holding it together.
the horror is gone and survival comes easily now, but i chew and they watch.
a hand, unafraid, grabs mine away from the carcass, and i no longer have to think about living.
this hand will feed me, lets me sink my teeth into it.
i will never let myself feel hungry
Comments
Displaying 0 of 0 comments ( View all | Add Comment )