We all could see the pain she suffered as tears dropped landing to her side like rain drops.
We could hear her heart pounding from miles away as we laughed at this awkward, unfamiliar child until one day she became so nervous that the toilet was no longer an option.
Her name was, well it’s not important.
She was useful; however, in bringing about a great addiction;
We used our tongues to taste the sweet taste of filth cursing each breath she took that we begin to yearn for it every-single-day. Threats became seasonings, her heart the main course, and those delicate blood vessels supplying her liver with all those wonderful nutrients became dessert.
A meal absent dessert, is well simply put, uncivilized.
Ah, my best meals happened during these years.
Just thinking about it makes me hungry again.