Bone Eaters
A woman walks toward a boy in rugs and Lifts up her oil-burning lamp So that she can take a look at his bony face And put some bread in his weak hand But this poor boy doesn't take it For he says the girl beside him needs more aid Even though she has got everything fine Except for an enormous hole behind her eyes The woman got confused in a whirl For she seems hardly to spend one sec. seeing that girl Now the girl keeps staring at the woman Opening the mouth all of a sudden In the darkness With her immature spiked teeth Still left blood as she bites into The artery of that woman's neck Acquiring the oil by breaking the lamp She burns all over that woman's body Cruching it joyfully with the boy At the basement Where has been ruined for a good many years Wating for the next guest who doesn't fear. Picture source