Hunger
Writing prompt: write in the point of view of a birdcage whose previous occupant has died.
Hunger. That was the only thing I could feel. Metal tendrils appeared from my wiring and snatched the bird up. The bottom of me opened up to reveal a grotesque mouth with razor sharp teeth sticking out from every possible angle. I let the dead animal go and drop into my mouth.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Flesh, blood, and bits of bone fly everywhere as I continued to snack. Swallowing the remains, I let out a disgusting burp escape me before reverting to my previous form.
