Cannibalistic Onamonapia

hear the childish tings

hear the chiming of the bells they ring

hear the glass shattering...tink, tink

hear the screams, making your spine shiver like...eeek, eeek

but just stand there, minding your business....

just wanting to silence them tongueless....

bells ding

heads shake with dong

all down the road with constant...HONK!!!

trash cans crashing down like...BING! BING! BANG!

hands caress the face shape of you, smearing the crimson on your features

the crimson of those creatures

the pot water boiling on the stove...pop, pop, popppopppoppppop

while the tiny say, "stop, stop, stopstopstopstop STOP!"

The End

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