Just Another Meal

Snow on the ground gets thicker as time ticks away,

and we take a bite.

Bonfire crackles, wood grows blacker,

and we take a bite.

Shadows dance, and wind howls as they rebound around the rocky walls,

and we take a bite.

Blizzards wash away another chance, taking yet another life,

and we take a bite.

It's okay,

it's okay,

it's okay–

It's not okay.

Skin shivering, teeth clattering, bodies huddle up together in the corner,

and we take a bite.

Mind whirring, heart numbing, unspoken words loud enough to scream in the silence,

and we take a bite.

Guilt creeping, fear lingering, desperation assuring that everything is fine,

and we take a bite.

Tears welling, stomach churning, need for survival to keep pushing past the edge,

and we take a bite.

It's not okay,

it's not okay,

it's not okay–

It's okay.

Eyes hollow filled with horror, we had no other choice,

and we take a bite.

Body mangled, stomach wide open, we had no other choice,

and we take a bite.

Innards missing, bloodied hands threading, we had no other choice,

and we take a bite.

Bones piled and buried, flesh torn and chewed, we had no other choice,

and we take a bite.

We're sorry, 

we're sorry,

we're sorry–

We're not sorry.

The night was cold and our stomachs full,

they simply were unlucky.

We did something very wrong, 

but in the end, it was just another meal.

MG