Starvation
I hunger profusely.
I am voracious.
Even flesh looks appetizing.
Baby lips-
Long Legs-
The commonality of meat.
I’ve gotten past the point of being secretive.
I am the least of men.
I no longer mind.
This hunger might subside.
Though I know the craving originates from my own blood.
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