They circle ‘round me

Their inky black wings

How I wish

These foul beasts

Would leave me be!

 

They wish to pick my bones

I’ve seen them

Eat the others

Picking and biting

Gnawing and chewing

Eating, eating

Leave me be

You disgusting things!

 

We were lost

Stranded

Deep within the woods

No way to contact

The outside world

The food ran out

As did the water

I am the last

Barely alive

 

Keep away

You opportunists!

Everything about you

Disgusts me

You have filled your bellies

With the flesh

Of those

I hold...

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