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A Nightmare, Paraphrased
by Jon-Jacob F DealHe said he wanted to eat my tailbone
To taste the cooked blood stuck to it
And hear the meatless crunch between his teeth.
A small whimper, one tiny moan
Would escape his lips, he said
Borne not of sickness or remorse,
But of regret that there would be no more;
He had already eaten the rest. 04/23/2007 Posted on 04/23/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Samiah Haque on 05/23/09 at 09:00 AM this straddles being overwhelmingly, starkly vicious-sinister--and being strangely seductive. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/26/09 at 02:08 AM It is the whimper and tiny moan that really sets this apart for me. Gad, definitely creepy, and the ending is, well, really an ending... Thank you. |
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