The Feast

The demons within have already eaten out her soul yet they come with their forks and knives prepared to feast.
"Feast on this you fucking scavengers." she cries
Crackling of bones and tearing of skin
Blackened heart in hand
She tosses it to the hungry crowd
it drops to the ground without a sound
Silence is earth shattering, it swallows everything.
Dull eyed and heartless she steps aside
"What more do they want? What else have I to give?"
Wrists bleeding now
She is drowning in her own pool of blood
The sirens ring
Her mother over her cold lifeless body, fork in hand
"She always was a troubled child."
Her fathers knife no longer able to penetrate the flesh
"Yes dear we did everything we could to help her. No one could have predicted this."
The casket closes.
Nothing more than worm food.
Little sister stands above
Father sharpens the knife and mother probes with the fork
"Just about ready dear?"
Dull eyed and hopeless little sister turns away
Her fate is sealed
Tonight the wolves will feast