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.


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