hungry.

I need food. There’s nothing here except for a pomegranate. I don’t want to eat it but it’s all I have. I grab it, my hands shaking as I peel back its bleeding skin. It cracks under my nails as the juices flow onto my hands. I lick it off and continue, totally diminishing the fruit. I take a bite of the precious seeds and moan as the red blood flows across my tongue. This isn’t as bad as people say. My teeth puncture the flesh of the fruit and another crack ensues. Red juice pours down my chin and drips onto my lap. It’s almost over but I don’t want it to be over. I need more. It tastes so good. I look down at the red juice on my hands. I’m sorry, darling. I was just so hungry.