Satisfaction

As a child, I wanted to be the first man on Mars.

I learned, as I grew, that this was unfeasible. I adjusted.

I did musical theatre, comedy, and wrote. It wasn’t what I’d wanted as a child, but I’d put aside childish things.

I loved what I was doing. I was satisfied.

In the early days of the outbreak, I was bitten, and infected.

No more theatre, comedy or writing. Now I try to sate my hunger for human flesh.

But like childish things before, I’ve put aside human things. I love the new things I’m doing.

I’m satisfied.