#5

# 5 Child: your hunger: it’s, such a bore, supremely dissident, gaping open wounds. So I (being far above you) remind you of your place, far below the highest circles of being, where you belong. Myself? Well, I’m screaming too, a fait wail, a small piece of myself, into the opaque memory of my beginnings; when, I too felt hunger, and was mocked by the gods.

- Jonathon Todd