To Be Devoured

by Sara Tantlinger

My mouth opens to offer an apology, but a smothered sob breaks free instead. Her arms wrap around my shaking body. Hot tears stream down and into my mouth, leaving behind salty apologies in the after-silence.

I need guidance to fill the empty ache in my body. Otherwise, I am forever starving for help, unsure of how to ask for it.

The way fury fills me up, the sweet satisfaction of being a pissed off bitch to everyone and not giving a single fuck anymore.

I did not count on there being an even greater beast waiting inside, simmering me alive; I am the daughter of wrath, and to wrath I shall return.

But at least it is my ending, my bitter devouring. At least it is something they cannot take from me.