𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 ——– 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. she pictures hands, or talons, tinkering with the remaining flutes of marrow, discarding them upon a pile in preparation for the next meal. hatred curdles in her belly at the words she knows to be true. the school ground’s eternal battlecry rumbles betwixt skull walls : pick on someone your own size ! words she aches to throw at the world and its monstrous greed, she david, feasting universe goliath. coal eyes journey to the barricade sight of dark, reflective shades. ❝ ... that it does. i just want it to get full sometime soon. to quit feasting on people who don’t need picking at any more. ❞ she tries to interject mirth into her words, though result harkens to a final huff of air attempting to revive a deflated balloon. words so bleakly true annihilate any available room for lightness, despite even the mightiest power of will. ❝ ... i don’t suppose you have any tips on how not to be made a meal of by the world at large ? i could use some. ❞