Monster

Teeth rip in

Blood, thick and sweet on my tongue

Salty flesh I spit out

Staring into angry, scared eyes

I smile, their blood thick in my mouth

My tongue flicks out to taste that blood again

They move away

I follow them leisurely

The taste of that blood still on my tongue

Reaching out a hand I run a finger down their spine

They couldn’t move fast enough

A shiver and they’re still

Like a frightened little deer

That just excites me more

Is that so bad?

Probably.

I move my head towards their neck

Giving it a gentle lick

Oh I want that tantalizing blood

I smile

My mouth opens wider

I bite down

A scream rends the air

All I can think about is that delectable blood

The crimson running down my throat

I hear them scream a word

My brow furrows

What did they say?

They scream it again

“Monster”

Is that what I am?
Perhaps so.

Ah well

So be it

I am a Monster.