Behind an endless feast, she eats. A beautiful girl with a drawn and chalky face. She tells a tale of loss and lament between mouthfuls of gristle and bone to anyone who will listen and feed her woe. Make an offering of food to hear her tale.
She once was filled-to-bursting with her devotion to a singular man. Honey-tongued and a delight on the eyes; he consumed everything within her, and turned her organs into neon and lust. Her gratitude at his adulation was all-consuming.
So that, when he left her, nothing remained inside.
Just a hollow husk of a person.
An analogy made as plain as her missing spine, and fleshless back. Meals passing through her mouth only to tumble, half-chewed, to the floor behind her.
10:52 p.m. - 2015-01-28
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