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| Cannibal A vindictive Spirit holds her fist so tight, knuckles whitely glare. She doesn�t struggle for it suits her purpose to be malignant. Evil sets a festive table overflowing with immoralities� bounty. Tasty dishes, though tempting to the eye leave a sadly bitter after-bite. Poison pulses in her veins refilled with dainty sips and slurps from a cup never emptied. She eats heartily, tearing flesh from bone--gorging. Licking greasy fingers, her tongue rolls revenges tart flavor �round her palate savoring each nuance, eyes shut in ecstasy. With every shredding, tearing agonizing bite, her soul grows smaller. Gluttonous cannibal -- She won�t be satisfied ever. . . . Graci copyright 2000 -- Lorrie Workman Return To Graci's Poetry Page |
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