They see me as an old lady,
sweet grandma with sweet face.
I gag on the appelation, but
hold myself inward from them.
They must never see when my
flesh melts and a different
face is in place of the old...
a face that is petty, angry,
hateful and without pity.
What a surprise if they could
pry the thoughts from my mind,
a can of worms with horns.
Maybe I will eat their babies,
or lock their children in
small, airless rooms to rot.
Age does not mute my world.
Niceness isn't always an adjective
that colors my lips.
Blood lust makes me melt again,
as I push away my evil thoughts.
But one day it will be too hard
to push the thoughts away and
Bloody Granny will I be.
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A contest entry
- Anatomy lesson #12 by MissStranger.
600 points, ended January 21, 2008, 8 entries
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wao!you've managed to really impress me with this very original and equally challanging approaching of the subject given!hmmm....splendid work you've got in here!well done indeed!thank you for entering and good luck!
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wow this is an amazing write which uses strong wording and imagery within it. well done and best of luck
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wow...!
Pretty gory... but very well written! There is a real edge to this that appeals! btw I think you meant to add a L in the title. Well done and good luck in the contest!
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