This was an easy meal,
One little swipe of a blade,
She fell like a lead balloon,
Utterly feeble,
Utterly pathetic,
Utterly delectable.
Oh, i have been so hungry since the last one.
Hello, remember me?
Your humanity?
Cannibal they call me.
Viperous monster and pitiable freak.
Man-eater and defiler.
They must be right,
I can’t deny humanity is one hell of a meal.
I’ve never loved anyone who wasn’t to become a morsel.
This one is different…
This one is perfect…
A delicious bloody sauce keeps the meat succulent.
The ribcage splits easily enough,
Revealing that most enticing of meats,
The beating center of my meal,
The epicenter of love,
She hardly needs it anymore.
Yes, she does!
This girl loved someone…
She may have even loved you…
I take my prize in my bloody hands,
Raise it to my face,
It’s still beating rebelliously.
My fangs ready to pounce.
My demonic eyes set on the beautiful beating bounty.
Saliva drooping like vines.
Stop!
What are you doing?!
You loved this girl!
I pause,
Almost against my own will.
I can’t bring myself to feast on this comestible.
What have i done?
What have i been doing?
I knew this heart.
I loved this heart.
No…
You remember now?
Before you became this monster…
You did love her…
She loved you…
She was your cannibal heart.
Brilliant! 😉
Thank yoooou! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
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Brilliant!
Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
My pleasure!
Delectable! Makes me hungry!
Cannibals serve a very valued and needed service. There are way too many people in the world.
Aha! Agreed! However, I do wish they’d make a little less mess.
The Oldschool Harlequin
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