Aunt Pizza

This morning, 
I woke,
eyes crescent mooned.

In the kitchen,
I found a platoon,
army crawling between 
pepperoni and assorted 
veggies, gathering intel
for the commanding officer.

My tweezers clinched 
between thorax and abdomen, 
strapped him down by the neck.
It took three milliliters 
from the syringe to
drown his insides.

His dog tags
read:
Red Aunt
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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