"They were right," she said as she ate another mouthful. She laughed at the cliche and laughed at the words she’d heard a multitude of times. However, becoming what you eat is no longer a means to gain a belly stuffed with satisfaction, but to look full in the face of Satisfaction himself, take handfuls of the wild mystery, taste, see, and be eaten alive.
“I am the one who was to be sacrificed and devoured. I am that one and now I am consumed. I suppose I shall never be hungry again.”
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