To Two Apple Girl in the library:
I nap no more.
Your sounds disturb me so
Deeply.
Silence
Then teeth puncture eager flesh,
a moment of anticipation
before the snap
bone-chilling rip
and nauseating crunch
crunch
crunch
You crunch through to my soul.
My eyes are wider than
my pet fish Elizabeth’s eyes
or Raven Baxter
having a psychic vision
as I wait for it to end.
I don’t want to know,
what’s going on inside your mouth.
I silently weep.
Jubilation!
You are left with a core.
But wait-
Hark!
What is it that you produce from your bag?
It is,
A second apple.
Death,
take me now.
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