Dinner
She served them a hearty, delicious
meal in the middle of the night. They
all seemed to enjoy the meal,
as though it was day.
"Your sweet meal keeps us awake!"
one of the guests commended
the host.
"I always cook when my eyes are closed,"
she replied.
The three men wondered how she managed
to season the meal so right, with salt
and spices, to come up with such a meal.
"Do you dress or undress while your eyes
are closed," a man randomly asked.
"No," she reluctantly replied.
"I only close my eyes when I'm cooking...
you ate my lineage and your friends.
Their limbs, hands, feet, eyes, liver...
everything! Everything is in form
of meat and stew!
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