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 gray haze.

Perhaps a stab of light.

I feel for you,

but I will eat you anyway,

my little chicken,

my little roasted hen.

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