Sabrinathehungrywitch

But the girl did not flee. She stepped inside. She sat at Sabrina’s table. And she asked the question no one had ever asked:

“I don’t take hunger, child,” she said. “I am hunger. And I am never full.” sabrinathehungrywitch

Sabrina opened her mouth to answer—and found nothing. No word. No want. Just the echo of a thousand devoured things rattling inside her like empty cans. But the girl did not flee