• Leaves rustle as i walk to his grave.
    never knowing what i have done,
    killed before he knew death,
    his end was sweet,
    memories linger,
    around his tomb,
    I smirk,
    I could remember it,
    like it was yesterday,
    blood dripped from my hands,
    disembodied hunks of meat,
    flesh and bone,
    I ate him last night,
    delicious.
    bones left.
    I made sure to bury.
    flowers picked and placed,
    I leave.
    carrots.