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Jan 2018
Feast
It was just before dusk,
Tomorrow in sight.
The darkened sky,
Lit only by moonlight.
The birds encircled,
Some unfortunate prey.
I watched from a distance,
This wretched display.
As midnight emerged,
The birds dove in to feast.
In a matter of minutes,
They devoured the beast.
The carcass was bare,
The birds elapsed.
I saw what was left,
And my demeanor collapsed.
Though the body was shredded,
The remains still fresh,
I could make out a face,
They had consumed
my
flesh.
There comes a point where there is nothing left to give.
#flesh
#eat
#****
#birds
#midnight
#alone
#give
#take
#pain
#death
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