I turn to Harmony and see her looking down, childish with fear. She thought they were her salvation. “Those are adults,” I tell her. “They won’t kill you. They’ll give you enough poison to paralyze you, and then they’ll burrow their eggs inside. Few days’ time, you’ll be gobbled up from inside out.” “Poetry in motion. Bye, bitch,” Victra says and then grabs Harmony’s belt and collar and hurls her into the pit.
