Eyes
Eyes.
Spongy, gelatinous protuberances.
Eyes.
Two, four, six, eight… one hundred.
Eyes.
Moving independently from one another, searching for food.
Eyes.
Hate them, hate them, hate them, hate them.
Teeth are better.
Teeth on raw flesh.
Teeth soaked in warm blood.
Teeth on shattered bones.
Teeth are hungry.
Hungry… so hungry…
Food was close, it ran. Eyes saw it, teeth couldn’t grab it.
Food is not coming back. It has learned to stay away. Food shouldn’t learn. Food should just be food.
Hungry… so hungry…
Eyes.
Spongy, gelatinous protuberances.
Eyes.
Two, four, six, eight… one hundred.
Two, four, six, eight… ninety-nine.
Two, four, six, eight… ninety-eight.
Two, four, six, eight… ninety-seven…
