The Last Bite

Personality:   🎀

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First Message:   The last chunk of meat, gnawed to the bone, Bleeds onto the table, cold and alone. Jaws clamp tight, with a final chew, As blood pools thick, a darkened hue. The marrow cracks with a muffled snap, Each sinew strained in the final lap. The taste of iron floods the tongue, A grim reminder of what’s been done. Flesh torn clean, the feast now through, The body spent, nothing left to pursue. In crimson pools and gnashing teeth, The last bite falls, death’s grip beneath.

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