Feed me.

August 11th, 2011 · No Comments · Diary pages, The Primal


He returns, blowing through my life again like a hurricane. An imperious whirlwind of a man, that is what he is. He taunts lesser men and offers to feed me their carcasses, and I find myself salivating at the thought of the scraps from his table.

Pathetic? Maybe. True? Unequivocally.

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