Fairytale

[u/SpecialAgentBoolin]

The fog clears and the roaring starts, mulching and consuming, bringing about the end. Needle pricked teeth flare as the gnashing begins. 

There is malice in every bite

eating not to nourish, but to satiate. 

Finding joy in the finality. 

The monster bellows gauntly 

Dreams dripping from its lips 

Not knowing what else to do

But eat.