Dead Gone

So long.

You are dead gone.

Something better came along.

It’s fresher.

Newer.

Younger.

Tastier.

And it came just for me.

But it will see no tomorrow.

Because I will devour it.

That little child.

So long.

Be gone.

 

 

There is Something Wrong With You

Every time you cry, the red in your eye seeps out blood.

It spills all over your face, and you can’t help but give a little lick.

You sneeze and wipe your nose, and your tissue darkens till it radiates with a sinister black.

The shine in your eye unsettles every passerby.

Impatiently you wait for the night and for a lost soul to come across your rotten path.

Sometimes it’s human, other times not.

And I know what you would prefer.

Because I think you’re a cannibal.