Little Lamb
A little lamb weeps from the staircase
Legs infected with the scent of his whip
Stained glass peeks from her ribcage
My life I have been stripped
Young bees climb up the stairs
Smelling of putrid moral decay
The bee’s eyes have fallen from their minds
Now on the lamb weeping from the staircase
“Little Lamb! Little Lamb!
Why do you cry?”
A crystalline tear
runs from her eyes
“Take my being,
And tear it to shreds.
It’s the meat butcher’s fault
The epitome of dread.”
But the bees don’t stir
Why would they
Please pity the poor lamb
Now dead in the doorway
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And go to sleep
My little lamb
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