Her ribbon collection grew into fluttering stream of hurt. Each one a clumsy apology. A pretty nose bleed to add to the others. What broke her heart was knowing that there would be many more to come.
The voices in my head competed with those demanding my fevered delusions. I was deliciously in control. I was blithely powerful while the dream lasted. I fed those that I could with dirt from my finger nails. They seemed happy with that.
Outside catering didn't seem necessary when so much food was readily available. They ate in a greedy silence making sure to appreciate the offerings. Eating someone they loved was a bonding experience, a prayer for the dead eyes and blood stained memories.
