I wrote this after reading The Road-Cormac McCarthy:
The thought of it scares the boy,
He could not in his innocent head,comprehend the need of such a thing.
A man turning in on his own kind?
The end of human race.
Desperation to such an extent?
He could not even see it as a last resort
He remembered his mother,
He tried to imagine stabbing her and biting into her flesh.
He threw up.
Blood in the puke due to his hunger.
He'd starve but not give in.
Why was living so important?
Consume me before the next man I meet does."