In a rush, the world opened its mouth to her—and it was screaming.
Everywhere—the air around her, the ground beneath her, the stars above—rippled with the soul-wrenching cries of
hunger: the trees and bushes and plants all twisted and bent, their branches and stems clawing the sky in skeletal panic; the
animals and insects, flying and crawling and burrowing, each frantic in its own way, searching incessantly to end the gnawing
demand in its belly; the swarms of people, clotting the world, stuffing themselves only to beg for more, be it food or wealth or
attention—all of them, desperate, insatiable. So very hungry.
All of them, leeching on to her. Sucking her dry.

Autor: Jackie Morse Kessler