Analysis of Consumption

    In a time of great sadness, I had become weak with forgetting.
My heart, and soul began to feel increasingly empty.

The coyote came upon me in my slumber, and in his sly way, promised to fill my emptiness.
He closed his mouth upon my face.
All there was to breath was that of his consumption.
He did not let go until my emptiness had been filled with ferment.
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Once he let go, I awoke craving only that which he consumed…
Lacking for a time, all desire to be filled with the breathe or nourishment, of light, or life itself.