I approach the others, shoving them aside with my decayed arms. I indulge, staring at the open body of the attacked human as I feast on his liver. We stuff our faces like a bunch of mindless... Oh. Right.
I'm not a meat eater. The idea just doesn't sit right with me. But then again, my hip's been dislocated for a while. Regardless, watching the others gorge on their spread of meat has filled me with temptation. I can feel my rotted lips water. I try to fight it, as I have been all along. But the URGE...
I approach the others, shoving them aside with my decayed arms. I indulge, staring at the open body of the attacked human as I feast on his liver. We stuff our faces like a bunch of mindless... Oh. Right.
Mary Wallace
9/1/2021 09:03:40 pm
What a visual piece. I'll be having nightmares tonight.
Sue Clayton
9/1/2021 11:47:02 pm
Great descriptive tale of survival.
Susan F. Reid
14/1/2021 04:03:26 pm
Good descriptions. Comments are closed.
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