Cup of Tea Dear
Tumble the marble blue and green,
quarter and three read hue manatee,
tea wistfully crusted in the wind blow.
Apple cherry and pineapple, all good,
delicious and decadent in flavor sips,
careful dear there’s, something, lips…
Mirror here you seem to have rictus,
jaw detaches as you scream, tongue,
flaps around like a slimy eel lather.
Eye pops out as the cackles miss hatter,
fingers drop and turn snakes a tingle,
the crawling all over the neck and back.
Those are the little spiders boring dear,
where they are going they don’t come back,
and when the feeling stops that’s that.
Wound heals and they are cradled inside,
every now and then they will move peripheral,
you must cut them out with this cleaver.
Chop chop before they get any deeper,
yes now you have ink to write with,
write a goodbye letter crimson river.
Floating down and twirls as you drop,
a tunnel beneath but you go up,
Bermuda Triangle you pop deserted.
Cast away drinking urine and eating feces,
bleeding monkeys, eating fleas mirage,
blur to reality twas you and kiddies.
Trick or treat give us something good to eat
If you don’t sorry but we won’t be coming alone
Hack and saw and tear and claw into your home
Out front and behind your eyes both lights gone
No Tricks now treats you better give us some goodies
Make me ask again and your whole families bones to be buried
In the backyard while you swing from a rope taut
Little squeak each zeal and like guillotine it never stops
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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