CAUTION: CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMMAGERY AND ADULT THEMES

Primal Hunger**

She stands tall and proud in all her femininity,
A stark contrast to the maleness that surrounds her:


They, with swords drawn; the tips glistening...
Poised and ready to strike at any moment.


They, like starved wolves; silently stalking their prey...
Teeth bared straining at restraints, what holds them back?


They, like sharks; that smell blood and fear...
Circling ever closer until the prey gets tired and weak.


They, like snakes and spiders; waiting ever so patiently...
So quietly lurking in the shadows for just the right moment.



Then… They STRIKE!



They are ravenous, ruthless, and all consuming fire!
Eventually, the beasts have had their fill. They leave for now.


They leave nothing behind in their wake...
Except for maybe a memory and a promise.


And she, once tall and proud, is now hunched over and disgraced.
She, like the desert; is now baron and devoid of life and feeling.


Crying out in the black, unforgiving night
No one hears her and no help comes.

No one who understands...

No one to keep her company...

No one except her pain, her haunted memories, and her broken dreams.



no one...