They are sitting here on the table
I guess you could say they are
the lucky ones.
I ate their brothers
and their sisters to.
Three in all.
They were hanging plump
off the tree.
The branches bending down
as if saying "Take the weight
so I will not break."
So I did.
When I saw
they were firm
and well sweetened
I bit hard
and the juice
driveled off my chin
I savored
their sugary nectar.
Took my time
as their sacrifice
became an incense
to my soul.
Walking into the house
I put the two survivors
on the table
Where they look
like helpless virgins
and soon
I will be
hungry again.
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A contest entry
- All you can be? by Erozay.
550 points, ended February 3, 46 entries
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Comments
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0_0 this one scares the crap out of me though it is good it just scares me
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