
Ms Smythe’s Hunger
The parchment was read
Just over my head
As I lay on a blanket
On hay
The world span around me,
The exultations, they drowned me.
He held aloft a glowing,
White cross
I longed for my dinner;
I’d grown so much thinner
Since the devil inside
Doesn’t eat
I levitated and spun
Watched my parents just run
They couldn’t look at the mess
I was making
My sister just glared
I don’t think she cared
Or perhaps she thought
I was faking
My tummy just rumbled
As the priest lilted and tumbled
Over a bucket of cow’s milk
Beside him
With a scream and a wheeze
The demon-parasite leaves
And I yell for damned
Tuna sandwich
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