Vomit floats the toilet,
chunks of human flesh visible
in the stew of stomach acids and blood
washed away when he flushes
leaving no evidence of his lunch.
Standing up and wiping off his lips,
the man smiles revealing a piece of skin
stuck between his teeth.
Quickly removing it,
before adjusting his cleric's collar,
his body slowly getting used to
these induced bouts of regurgitation.
Strolling back to his office,
mind riveting with replaying images
of screaming victims
who he methodically sliced in such precision
to be sure they stayed alive as long as possible
while he feasted upon their bodies.
In his office awaits a member of his flock
seeking guidance and counseling,
he'll listen to her words
though thinking how she might taste
when smothered with steak sauce.
Afterwards, he'll teach a bible study
before going home to his basement
where his latest meal awaits,
a transient soul he befriended to share salvation,
but his addiction overpowered his message
acquired in that seminary
that ironically was one a slaughterhouse.
Souls he sends to heaven, but they are sheep after all,
professor teaching strange form of grace,
where guilt for eating one's members
was purged in the bathroom.
Told during a banquet of roast disciple
who question the gold of carnal theology.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Oh my breakfast is about to come up. 
Well done I was cringing. 
yes this is really dark and distrubing. Excellently penned. Your work is always so versatile and different!.
