Fists are clenched in a grasping motion.
Born naked
Born eyes closed
Born with nothing
Born craving
My mouth. Streaming with endless plea. Crying and crying louder. Silent only after I get what I need. Silent only after I get what I want.
My hands. They are set in a grasping motion. Tighter and tighter my palms turned sore.
My eyes. As they learned to see, they learned to crave. The more I look, the more I desire. What I cannot release, it possesses me.
My mind. It is set to conquer. It is set to possess. Little did it know, it has already been consumed.