i pear my eyes at the gloomy sky,
twitching with pleasure and pain.
where i hope rain will fall,
is only the acrid dust of the frenso desert.
where i hope corn will grow,
is only the weeds and seeds of earth.
i know i can not live for longer in this way. that i shall Soon Die without sistenace
all that is before my weery eyes are my Kin.
My family.
My friends.
And yes.
My livers.
The crabs themselves.
My trauma started to scream! My eyes flooded with tears from the depths of Hell Himself. Yet I know it must be done. I crunched into his shell with the fury of.l a thousand suns. It shattered beneath my choppers as I seasoned his flesh with my own salty tears. My tong registered the taste of crab flesh, that before I had only tasted in the most scandalous of contexts.
I felt his life drain, and my own restored. But at what cost?