…close enough, I might really be able to get my hands on it.
After what seemed a long time, it found me.
It came to me like a tame thing,
and I lay almost out of control, trembling and gasping, and thinking only,
food! So much food.
It touched my face, my wrist, my throat,
causing me pain somehow each time it touched me
and making noises of its own.
The pain of my hunger won over all my other pain.
I discovered that I was strong in spite of all the things that were wrong with me.
I seized the animal.
It fought me, tore at me, struggled to escape, but I had it.
I clung to it, rode it, found its throat, tasted its blood, smelled its terror.
I tore at its throat with my teeth until it collapsed.
Then, at last, I fed, gorged myself on the fresh meat that I needed.
I ate as much meat as I could.
Then, my hunger sated and my pain dulled,
I slept alongside what remained of my prey.