Devour

The woman fed her poison everyday.
As her body grew weaker,
she saw that the woman was regaining her vitality.
Simply from the joy of seeing her suffer.

The woman sent demons after her every night.
They would poke and prod.
And just as she started to fall asleep,
they would jolt her back into misery.

Her once beautiful hands started erupting in boils.
The intense itching would incessantly haunt her mind.
There was nothing she could do.
She was dying.

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