Sometimes when I'm hungry, I will eat and eat, but I am never truly full. Counting calories and the worry of gaining weight aren't in my head anymore. Instead, it feels like a demon has taken over me, devouring anything it can get its hands on. When there is nothing left to eat, the demon starts eating itself. I bite off my nails until soft, pink tissue is exposed, causing me agony. When my nails are all gone, I move onto the dead skin near my nails. It is absolutely a disgusting sight, but the beast-like hunger doesn't care.
Crunch.
salty nectar seizes
my taste buds.
Hands dive
into a popcorn bowl,
heart drowning in
butter.
slurp.
Intoxicating bubbles
burn my throat.
More.
I need more.
Pestilence of hunger
invades my body.
Vicious teeth
bite down
on flaking lips,
peeling and pulling
until the pink under
shined with blood.
Delicious.
The warm, soft
taste of iron.
More.
A succubus demands
for more.
The devouring
of brittle nails
echoes and
engrave itself
into my ears.
Next came
the cracklings
of knuckles
and damnation
of rigid joints.
Callous teeth
ferociously bit
down on
unyielding bones.
However,
agony was
incapable
of holding a
candle to
the insatiable
hunger breeding
in my soul like
bacteria.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental..
