My mother has murdered me
My father has eaten me
My brothers and sisters sit under the table
Picking up my bones
They will bury them
Under the cold where no one will find them
One day later
My sister joined me
What a savage bunch
Demons and pigs
That is what they are
You can still hear our laughter
Ringing through the darkness
Blood spattered rafters
Rotting limbs of children
This is what my home has become
A slaughter house for children
A dreaded place for people
A place where my mother can murder all her children
A butchery for babies
A graveyard full of bones
A place where my father can eat all of his babies
Author notes
There's a storry called "The Juniper Tree" that you can find on google and an episode of "Black Lagoon" with a similar song in it. So, yeah, that's what inspired this piece of writing.
A contest entry
- Craving for Gore by hommie-t.
700 points, ended May 7, 23 entries
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Comments
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i always enjoy when cannibalism is in a piece of writing. its one of those things that can either entice the reader or scare them away... im pretty sure you can guess which i am
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what, they don't escape! there's no candy house!
Im shattered
an extremely dark look at a fairy tail...
Cyber Artist
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