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,
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.