[ SK ] Your Worst Nightmare Come True

    
Seeing    
   
through the bricked a bracked    
to insecurities tackily tacked  
on refrigerator doors    
haphazardly packed in each toy chest    
anticipating the urgency in every shout    
squeaked in that odd pubescent voice of yours    
crying out for Mommy, Daddy or even God    
with only a child's courage    
serving as a bullet proof vest    
in your panicked room    
alone    
   
Knowing    
   
from having suffered for so many years    
listening to Chatty Kathy blathering    
streams of consciousness    
coming down the pipeline    
your worst nightmares    
girly boy anguish    
fear induced tears    
---down the drain it all pours    
in swirly swish concoctions so    
intoxicating    
   
Feeding    
   
masticating    
licking clean its white gloved fingertips    
smacking grease painted lips in haste    
 
Such delicious agonized moans    
 
Anxiety fits salted to taste    
 
Why is it so mean?    
Why is it so mean?!    
 
There's no answer here to glean  
---only more bones spit    
   
Picking at each savory bit    
lodged between stalactite teeth    
pausing to vomit inedible gristles    
amidst bellyfuls of laughter    
noxious farts, snorts, whistles---    
an occasional bicycle horn beeping    
 
Resting afterwards    
nestled upon a heap of skulls    
Added to the pile; latest trophy  
--- another juvenile for safe keeping    
 
Drifting into a lengthy slumber    
 
   
Sleeping    
 
 
   
but only for a little while