The head turns to this, that and the other, attempting to reach the speed of blight. Striving to overtake the blues.
Animal I am, at times. Carnivore tearing and rending whilst being bitten and clawed in return in a mortal combat of our inner beasts. In the end, just the vegetarian snow leopard, awaiting in his crag for the return of a long-lost friend.
And, beneath the calm exterior, the calm cannibal who found solace in a death angel like Clarice Starling. And she in him.
But that is just an all-too-common story of cannibal love.
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