Vengeful Meat

I broke my wrist trying to slice some Chicken. My blood stained the glass wear and the kitchen knives. I didn’t care, nor did you. Preparation for dinner came close to ending. I remember hearing you say “You’re gonna die” but I could have cared less. Besides I only eat in the dark. This chicken was hiding something else. The reason for my living. Human flesh! The sensation and the hungry worms inside me crawled out, “I only eat in the dark” I reminded you. My family and I feasted upon the human flesh. I forgot how I broke my wrist, was it you? No way! You would never betray me, then again that was a funny drink you gave me. I began to smile and laugh as I ate, but you wouldn’t partake. My memories became fuzzy and I mistook you for my mother. Calling you “Mother” and “Mommy” you answered and laid me down to rest. Sometime at midnight the lights stopped working and I could no longer see you or myslef. The world had gone black. I was gonna die, wan't I? "Kill me!" and you tried, with swift and cunning tactis. However, you forgot that I could sense your movements even in the dark. Nonetheless, I had no intention of living and meeting the same fate over and over again.

Rest in pieces, traitor.

I'll be sure to eat you in the dark. My family would have nothing less.