I felt a deep rumbling within my stomach

An insatiable taste for matter

I needed to devour

My eyes scanned the room, looking for potential targets

Eyes like sniper’s

I could not find anything, so my hand went to the nearest tool

Tools as sharp as lasers

My eyes finally found their target

It was bright, I had wondered why I missed it during the first scanning

I took my surgical knife and brought it down

The guts of my target splattered everywhere, across the walls, floor, and me

I laughed in glee as I annihilated the target

I went wild, fueled on by the sight of guts

I grabbed a hammer, and smashed it

I slammed it down the sink, turning on the garbage disposal unit

Cackling as the target made its way down the blades of sheer terror

Then, just then I felt the hunger grip me again

I lurched, I heaved, and I tried to stop myself

But my guttural instinct got ahold of me, as I gave up

I shoved my head down the sink, ignoring the blades of terror rotating

Trying to eat the banana

Only to discover, it was rotten