The monster in my bed

<p>I only consume human hearts.</p><p>I still recall how slippery the blood made my fingers feel and how it tickled my skin as it flowed down my neck the first time I sank my teeth into the still-warm muscle that I tore from the animal's chest.</p><p>As I shouldn't exist in reality I don't belong anyplace. I don't fit neatly into the categories that society loves to create.</p>