hunger slips through the door
it seeps its way under the sheets
the miserable sensation arouses cold legs
fear listens to the growling
the rumble of starvation
salivating before her face
he won’t stop
he won’t let me go
tic tac toe stitched nicely on flesh
he said it was just as easy
as the game itself
no no no
fighting would be unworkable
his grip,
the lust snarling through his teeth
and his determination couldn’t be interrupted
hunger left marks to show the others
this body laying here is nothing more than
used property open for all
he has many forms
he stops for no one
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