I have you all now. My little darlings, all lined up like the soldiers you are.
We have made numerous journeys in all seasons to get to this place. Now I stand back and admire my handiwork, my trophies each lined beneath the perpetrators.
I have loved the rush you have each given me. The exhilaration of the moment when confronted and the inner fear I feel, not within me but within the one chosen. Like savouring the aroma of a feast, I feel my senses come alive as I look into their eyes, listen to their breathing, their pathetic pleas like a permission to end their misery. It is my harvest; I exult in my own plentifullness.
looking for the buds
gathered into my arms
life is tenuous.