Cannibal

When I was a young boy I lived in dirt and grim, sifting through garbage to satisfy my needs of hunger. But when the half eaten and molded food couldn't even satisfy me, I turned to human meat. I even killed a poor man like me, but loved the taste of hard meat. It would melt in my mouth and heaven would open to me. Then my mother walked in on my feast and stared at me with horror. For days she kept me from my cravings, but soon it took over me and I would only see the meat mother clung to her bones. I took out a knife and ended my cravings.