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

 

#365DaysOfPoetry

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