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MS. SUIDAE
MS. SUIDAE
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The tongue, the wanting.
BRAWNY. BLOODY. BROODING. You have seen her, glimpsed her, standing on the tiles of her kitchen domain or at the pallid corpse of the tidal shoreline; her hair hangs in front of her masked face, oily as it is heavy. She seldom speaks. She seldom smiles. She seldom looks at you— but when she does…
…Does it feel like you are staring down the edge of a knife? Does it feel like your blood is scrambling to get out of your veins? Does it feel like you are an animal again? Wailing for something to eat; for someone to feed you; for something to feed on you?
We are all aching creatures. We are born with our mother’s placenta in our mouths, and we all live with empty stomachs in the years afterward, longing for the day when we return to someone’s stomach; until the day we become full again.
You have already met Ms. Suidae, from the moment of your birth. She is hunger; an animal starvation.
- Stainless Steel
- New Knives
- Old Aprons
- Removing Stains
- Dirty Work
- Cracked Plates
- Brute Strength
- Eating Alone
- Sterile Rooms
- Eye Contact
