The Carnivores

When I am walking alone in a strange and temperate plane–I sense the carnivores closing in on me and I feel their hungry eyes already feasting on my tender skin, licking up the warm blood that seeps onto their furry muzzles and saliva coated lips.I feel their rapacious stares, but I am not frightened. They have never harmed me. They will not harm me because I control them. I control them in the way that the lucid moon tempts the lunatics out of their sporadic nest of a mind. I control them in the way that the sweet, succulent drops of fresh berry blood turns any hardened palate to soft receptive flesh. The night is ongoing, the air is stagnant. . .

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