Hunger
by Miranda Hawkins

 

This was a creative writing assignment my first year at college. We had to do something different on each line, but I really don't remember the instuctions; it was kinda complicated. My teacher didn't like this one, of course, she didn't like any of my work. She believed that 'creative writing' was synonymous with 'realistic fiction' and I naturally disagreed.

 

Like a hawk, he swoops down upon his prey.
Hearing her heart flutter softly in her chest
and smelling her fear sweeten the air,
he gently caresses her soft white neck without a single word.
"God!" she cries, her lips trembling.
"God cannot save you," he whispers, piercing her neck's pale flesh,
and sending her soaring through waves of painful ecstacy.
He fears his hunger, but knows even eternity cannot rid him of the craving.
Never again shall he have the sun as his protector. . .
Her blood drained, she sags like a wet leaf and he murmurs a useless apology,
caressing her swan's neck once more before leaving her in Death's cool grip.

 

 

 

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