Great dearth

Stale bread is not magnusii milled teeth. Inflamed skies oozing blood of the purulent mixture. Dry fossilized language tried to help swallow sucked, saturated with secretions of the pieces of bread. Trembling bony hands, is tenacious holding the food, took care of every crumb. Muzzy remnants of the mind drew a non-existent taste. Solid lumps, scratching throat, pushed in a bent poisonous stomach and caused severe pain. Lying near the baby is hungry and deadly dull eyes looked at the food and trickling from his mouth, the green-red blood. Exhausted, he poked fingers the ground trying to reach the coveted food. Flies, feeling the stench of death clung to him, sucked the remnants of life. Crazy eyes is categorically invalid, but is still chewing the skeleton have not seen these children's fingers. They have not seen anything. The veil of grief and hunger had dried them past the tears and slew. A piece of bread melted and become more valuable. The pain of decayed teeth was eclipsed by the hunger and pain of dehydrated brain. Bones covered already dead skin, shaking from weakness. Legs - lifeless sticks, numb and forgotten by blood flow, affected with gangrene screaming about the impending death. Lost his humanity and life to the skeleton of licked stone bread. It was the last conquest of his existence. In the remainder, consciousness was busy with only one thought: "Bread... Bread... Bread...!" She walked with him into another world! Dedicated to all who didn't like the dish in the restaurant! AMEN!