She was having a hearty breakfast of his delicious insides. The night before she had eaten part of his liver but spat it out because it tasted acrid. It was late, so she went to bed after swishing him out of her mouth. This morning she started on a lower portion of lung but didn’t favor that either. She kept sampling parts of him until she found a satisfying taste. When she cracked open his sternum and got his heart exposed, she fed on that but wished she could share it with another. No matter. It tasted so fucking good and she couldn’t stop until she ate it all, leaving the aorta for later.
She sat back and licked her mouth clean then looked at his bloody mess of guts. Fuck I hate him, she thought, then pulled out the small intestine, its length much longer than she imagined. She ripped it from where it connected inside him then lifted his head and wrapped it around and around and around his neck, pulling it as tight as she could without causing it to tear and separate. She got up and stepped back a few feet, amused at how he looked being faux-strangled by his own intestine. She grabbed her camera and positioned him – pathetic as he was -- in the frame. Click.
--Charles F. McKenzie
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