mrs mcginty

its late at night n o o n e i s a r o u n d they drank water to make them sleep im alone in the kitchen the tall guy is sleeping i left his bed a moment ago the long haired one just went to bed i slept under his all night long he opened the door to the other ones room with his nice warm bed the skinny guy dreams of bunny rabbits on green fields of sleep another lad in the heather chasing sticks or maybe a hard ball or even a chew toy for my chomping jaws i am alone in the kitchen i am alone n o o n e i s a r o u n d i check the stairs not a sound garabage aroma bone decay n o o n e i s a r o u n d i check the other room n o o n e i s a r o u n d i smell the chicken bones i smell take out ribs and sauce i hear them in the crack of my jaw i smell them in colours of deep deep red n o o n e i s a r o u n d near the top i think dig dig deeper its at the bottom tear the bag disembowel like instict teaches until coffe grinds and orange rinds scatter across the floor salivate rib bones appetite frenzy of hunger grows a knock a knock the small door opens a box falls in a small box that smells good n o o n e i s a r o u n d n o o n e i s a r o u n d lightly wrapped i chew the box free chocolates xmas chocolates cherry almond nuget fudge orange cream royal rasberry walnut marzipan peanut brittle i liked it so much i hate until i got sick and vomited all over the floor i am bad dog a very bad dog.... Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 06:32 PM PST   0 • 14