She had an appetite for
the courage of death.
Those things slipped
easily into her heart
like love or cats.
It was her gluttony,
her response to whatever
the world meant to others,
to her it meant death
and she didn't feel
shame. She acted upon it
falling in love with
herself, with her
cruelty, smiling to
her thoughts.
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