Birth

She smiles at the man sitting across from her at the café.

     Oh, he’s beautiful, she thinks.

Hunting down her next prey makes her insides vibrate,

she examines him, does he fit?

Tall,

Muscular,

Handsome,

            Is that a dimple?

A black haired, dark bearded creature, perfect.

His big chest calls for her.

     Yum, he should be a tasty one.

She goes over to talk to him,

And sooner rather than later, he is gone.

The crease on her forehead tells it all,

blood drips

love no longer matters

life no longer matters.

All she wants is to rip his heart out and feed,

to enjoy the taste of flesh.

She chews muscle after muscle, then aches for more.

Licking her blood-stained lips, she smiles, the plan never fails me,

Step one,

Study.

Step two,

Trap the heart.

And then,

     It’s dinner.

Oops,

There goes another one.

The taste of his blood

The texture of his heart on her tongue,

     He was okay, next time with a side of veggies, though.

 

She moves on,

And on,

And on.

A smile creeps on her lips as she envisions her next creature.

The next person she is going to gift life to.