the capital was disgusting.
i was bound up there, rope constricting
my breath and brought to a royal family,
where they accepted me with joy, not
knowing what i was at the time.
now that i think about it, it was somewhat
entertaining to hear the false news of an
accident occurring instead of the words
of a child being devoured by a monster.
years passed, and i was still not known
as what i truly was.
until i met you on my birthday.
you were so enticing.
your face...
your skin...
your scent...
and then i had a thought.
"i want to eat you,
i want to eat you,
i so want to eat you."
oh, how i wanted to tear off every piece of
your flesh and eat it with delight.
