Eyes fixated and never wavering from the body lying limp beneath me, skin now pale and stained in a vibrant crimson.
Saliva dripped uncontrollably as I lolled out my tongue, just barely tasting the raw flesh, grazing over its smooth texture.
They were one bright before I tore a hole in your chest and watched it flicker out as your life spilt through my fingers.
Saliva dribbled down my chin as the gnawing in my stomach became so much more excruciating by the second, in desperation my teeth grind together to parry my desire with the sliver of sanity I had left.
I can't give in.
I need food.
I can't become one of them.
I have to eat.
I don't want to become a monster.
I don't want to lose the humanity I have left.
I can't consider myself human anymore.
My hand reaches for the corpse; I can almost taste it, I can almost taste the blood and flesh running over my tongue.
The thought sends me over the edge, body quivering.
Already ghosting over one of your arms I rip the limb apart at the elbow,
Satisfying my hunger through you who made a horrible, horrible mistake
To get near me
At the worst timing.
With every bite, with every swallow
Like a mantra I continue to repeat these words over and over in my head
Knowing it will never make up for any of this
'I'm so sorry'