Sometimes when I'm hungry, I will eat and eat, but I am never truly full. Counting calories and the worry of gaining weight aren't in my head anymore. Instead, it feels like a demon has taken over me, devouring anything it can get its hands on. When there is nothing left to eat, the demon starts eating itself. I bite off my nails until soft, pink tissue is exposed, causing me agony. When my nails are all gone, I move onto the dead skin near my nails. It is absolutely a disgusting sight, but the beast-like hunger doesn't care.

Crunch.

salty nectar seizes

my taste buds.

Hands dive

into a popcorn bowl,

heart drowning in

butter.

slurp.

Intoxicating bubbles

burn my throat.

More.

I need more.

Pestilence of hunger

invades my body.

Vicious teeth

bite down

on flaking lips,

peeling and pulling

until the pink under

shined with blood.

Delicious.

The warm, soft

taste of iron.

More.

A succubus demands

for more.

The devouring

of brittle nails

echoes and

engrave itself

into my ears.

Next came

the cracklings

of knuckles

and damnation

of rigid joints.

Callous teeth

ferociously bit

down on

unyielding bones.

However,

agony was

incapable

of holding a

candle to

the insatiable

hunger breeding

in my soul like

bacteria.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental..