broken glass !
MEME ( not actively accepting . )
The VIOLENT, ugly truth is that BABIES TASTE BETTER for a reason; they’ve spent less time poisoning their bodies with this and that, they’re more refined .. PURE. They don’t fight back, don’t understand that when you’re cradling their neck you’re breaking it, he always tells himself that it’s a KIND thing .. that the infant will always remain infant ( innocent. ) The first time he EATS a human being raw he doesn’t know what organs should be left alone; spends the night on his knees VOMITING, coughing up bits and pieces of UNDIGESTED shit.
There’s an ART to what he does, a HORRIFIC science, Curtis finds out just HOW MUCH blood he can swallow before it makes him sick to his stomach ( a pint, roughly. ) And it’s easier to mind that when they’re SMALL; easier to cradle the body against his chest while he pecks SAVAGELY at the little one’s brain –– it’s an INCREDIBLY nutritious organ.
If you can get over the TEXTURE; if you can keep from gagging at the curdled flecks of brain sticking to your lips - catching at the back of your throat. Curtis chokes it down, his canines working at the underdeveloped flesh .. the infant in his arms going quietly. DYING. Because of him. He cracks the child’s head open, too hungry too pass anything edible up, dips his fingers into those PINK, soft nutrients and feeds himself skin and brains and blood. It needs to be quick, needs to go as unnoticed as possible, Curtis is hunching across his KILL protectively ( like a wolf, a dog, a mutt ) and when he’s finished he leaves blood and bones and a little bit of his HIMSELF behind.
