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The break of his bones bang through his body

And my heated hands work harder.

It has been so long since my previous youngster.

My yearning deepens for this sensational taste and

My mind eerily feels miraculous ecstasy as I

Distinguish what I am able to take into my arms.

I can smell the smothered and rotting body beneath—

Beneath me upon my surgical table.

But first I carve out his lifeless eyes so he may watch me.

I know he wants to watch me experience him.

Slowly, I saw through the skin of this adolescent

And shudder with sheer bliss when his blood

Splatters and speckles all over my own skin.

An hour has passed and his remains beam

Spread out for my dog to see. Little Louie ponders

If it’s meant for him this time. It’s

Not. Feasting on the feet is where I begin, as I cannot

Tell you how my throat throbs for this taste.

The bottom is now devoured and I detour to

The depths of the brain. The squish and the squeeze

Of the savory sweet texture slips down my gullet

And into my stomach. I smile.

Back down to the surface, the slices that stand alone.

My favorite my favorite, but I cannot fight the feeling

Of the flawless flesh of which I fought to stay apart from.

The thickness of the thighs make my thinking halt.

Chomping hard and chomping fast; containment

Disappears.

Where did he come from? Who is this boy? Wait,

His ribs—they want to be ripped. Just like fishing,

I reel them to appear, one by one, the blows

Bring such pleasure. Thumpthump Thumpthump.

Not seconds ago. But thumpthump no more.

Just a still fistful of a heart, just a lustful lunch.

One bite and the blankness of euphoria begins—

I adore every infinitesimal crumb of my meal.

We become one: me and that once beating organ.

We mesh together as his heart passes mine,

And his blood fills my being.

I live for this feeling and only this. Full, I smile at

Little Louie, licking my lovely table clean.