my turn
In the basement it was just me and her, her and me, the outcasts, the rejects. The FBI's most unwanted, segregated from the Chosen Ones, hidden from the sunlight. Devour and regurgitate, that was us. She'd consume me and I'd gnaw on her from the inside out, and by the time I got far enough to see the florescent lights over my desk she'd start chewing on the pieces of me that emerged. She was all I really needed and I was all she had the energy to pursue.









