And there it is again — the gnawing hunger, the growing feeling of desperation, soft-boiled bloodshot eyes staring at the clock slowly ticking towards dawn, the angry punk music drifting out of the speakers seeming distant in the cold, pre-dawn ambience.
It was my own fault, I tell myself, in some weak attempt to find consolation. All bodies require food, and mine is no exception; underfeed the beast for over a week and it breaks free of its bonds in a frenzy, rabidly consuming anything and everything within sight, no prize great enough to satiate its hunger.
The clock ticks past another digit.
It won’t be long now.
This post was written by Gravecat under Musings, on September 16, 2008. Leave a Comment »


