Hunger

A Girl’s Gotta Eat….

I sit across the table from him, as hot tears of anger pour down his face. 

God, I feel amazing. 

My lips curl into a thin smile. 

He’s pale and exhausted, as he should be. Lord knows I drain him constantly. 

In order to feed myself. 

Feed this…. hunger. 

The best feeding is when he doesn’t even realize it’s happening. 

I call him, I stop by, and by the time I leave, he’s an exhausted basket case. He always has to rest after our encounters. 

Don’t be naive, dear reader. I’m not a blood sucking vampire. 

Just an emotional one.