The long drive

 It was a long drive from my cabin to the city. I could feel the wind flowing through my hair, my skin slowly beginning to crawl with bumps along my arms. The whiff of grease and oil caught my nose, within seconds I could imagine the flavors all mixed with sauces in a bun. "Oh how delicious" I thought, how one could possibly make such a delectable treat. My mouth began to water at the thought. The road, winding showed no signs of progression, grassy knolls, upon grassy knolls, dead weeds upon dead weeds. I glanced around my broken metal tank, the bag filled with a meaty treat still called to me. The tank was littered with patches of clothing, some wrinkled bags, and crumbs of a forgotten taste. The putter of the engine drowned out the lingering noise of this taste, alas it reared it's head again, whispering to me, yelling at me to claw until I could no longer refuse! I halted the machine to a stop, the roar no longer whimpering in my ears. As I stretched my arms to this delicious meal, I paused a moment to check my surroundings, be it on Halloween that something would go awry in my journey to the city. Empty, all alone. No one to disturb me. I opened the brown bag to reveal the beauty sloppily sliding off of the well rounded bun. As it touched my lips, my tongue, I could not stop myself from tossing it around, the tender strings of meat tough, but all the more chewy. I slobbered for another bite until the meal was no more. I shivered with intensity, no more was this meaty beauty in this world, I could no longer taste such a marvel! A world without this? Nay! I REFUSE. Aloud I scoffed, and exited my metal home. I ran to the end of this marble made car, my keys in hand, and opened the trunk. Looking back at me, with eyes wider than the sun a young sack of flesh pleading for mercy. I couldn't help but smirk again, to think I would let such precious meat go to waste! She struggled in her bindings, but I knew all too well of how one fleshy meal could escape me. Hidden in a compartment, was my tools, the flawlessly curved blades, hacksaw, and of course ropes. I could not wait any longer, my mouth had begun to miss the taste of heavenly flesh no longer could I wait for another opportunity I would eat it THEN and THERE. So I began to hack, in and out, in and out, oh and her cries wailed into the night! Oh how she cried so! And I too cried aloud so enamored by her bleats of mercy. Oh how delicious. (Hope you had a good Halloween!)