A/N: Written for the Drabble Prompts Challenge on the AMF, #003 – unsavoury.
Unsavoury
He still had the heart to cringe
at the bitter tang that wove through the crevices
of his mouth: the fill
of his sister's blood
But the rest of him was still consumed
in hungry anger: another bitterness
that washed away with that blood
that flooded his pallet, consumed his mouth
And there wasn't enough of him there
to hate the taste.