shambling in half dazed, my stomach roars with desire, i ravenously descend upon the meat, feral teeth sink into flesh, juices overflow past gums mixed sheared carrion, each gulp filling the demanding void, while mind descends further, only whispered shrieks rock the growing stupor, and yet the primal desire to gorge only intensifies, the essence marinading my limbs, with not a single care, MEAT, the stupor grows, but a part of the soul shrieks in terror, MEAT, the soul faintly tries to regain control MEAT, MEAT, MEAT, gorged, i drop my meal with a wet thud, MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT, yes....MEAT
does love survive hunger?