Pieces of Flesh

The sand beneath my feet looks like scorched rubble. I smell the air and it beckons me to let my wings loose. Now that my enemies have encompassed me, I must use my claws and teeth to save myself, then I shall hereafter flee to a distant land in terror for my life. In this land of science and medicine I had sought refuge but the people here were not akin to a being such as myself. Their violence and animosity surpassed my own. I found myself drawn to a trouble that would soon portend my end. My wings are frail and painful on my back. I spread them far and wide but my heart aches because they cannot save me from my enemies. Though I move with great speed, though my talons are as strong as the beast from whence I came, though my eyes can see through the gloom of the night, I still pray that I could give up all my faculties to be normal. The recollection of my former life has become vague and I moan because of the monster I have become. I do not feel the tears trickle down my face even when a river forms where I stand because I do not believe I am capable of a virtue such as remorse. But I digress, I must narrate only the story of how I came to possess such celestial pieces of flesh.