เกรโมรี

 She delicate and appear in the morning. Sharp tongue and fangs that one, her camel and crown, olive skin and black Arab eyes. She show them the claws, gut them and make them beg while they hold their hot soup and intestines. She make life taste bitter, she tell them things while they die. She say the clouds look like freshly skinned and broken bones for a sky full of cannibals and then she eats them. To her, she like the silence their bones make after they break.