Risk and blood. That haunted empty feeling when I took you. Your close-set emotionless eyes, imagining vistas. Did you see your heaven? A stroke so quick you could feel no pain, just the green haze. Perhaps a stab of light. I feel for you, but I will eat you anyway, my little chicken, my roasted hen.

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