Thursday, October 31, 2013


Sleep-crusted, swollen eyes fill crisp paper bags
An apple with browning spots
Her hot, horrid breath spills across the counter
Half-cooked quesadilla, flakes of cheese spilling from fluffy white discs
A limp hand grops for a knife, makes its cut.
This lunch aches for something sweet, devoid of dessert
In preparation for evening gluttony.
She scrawls names in red ink,
Shoves pitiful organic cheese puffs into the maw,
And crushes closed their halloween lunches.

by Juliet

Happy Halloween everyone!