the scenes play across my eyelids,

feeding my hunger.

it is in red, black, gray, and dull green.

i remember the scream,

the wet feeling of tears on her cheek,

my laugh.

i hold her necklace in my hands,

a black knife pendant hangs on it,

making it all very ironic.

she was wearing black, tattered clothing,

a small backpack,

filled with old items,

probably picked from the trash can.

she was a run away,

just like usual.

no one will miss her.

her screams will feed me for a little while,

 but then the hunger will return.


The End

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