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A Cannibals Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving has arrived and theirs nothing to eat.
A starving single mom has two children to feed.
They won't stop whining and crying about their hunger,
The starving single mom is fed up and begins to ponder.

"My children are young and to weak to fight.
Maybe I'll add them to the menu tonight."
As malicious thoughts dwell in her head.
She turns to her young daughter and says.

"My sweet little angel, please don't cry.
Mommy s making something special tonight.
Go down the basement and don't be sad.
Help mommy out, by finding an oven bag."

The sad little girl begins to wipe her tears.
Then slowly walks down the basement in fear.
The lights go out and everything goes black.
The starving single mom slams the door on her back.

Then she walks to her son holding a rope.
The boy looks confused as she grabs him by the throat.
And ties him down to the kitchen table.
Her only son, the first born she cradled.

She looks into his eyes before she lets him go.
Decapitates, dismembers, then stuffs his torso.
And bastes it like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Then sticks it in the oven without guilt or worries.

"Time to check on the daughter." She opens the door
and finds her crying on the dirty floor.
Then says "Don't worry my love, I'm back.
Did you find mommy her oven bag?"

The sad little girl again wipes her tears.
And says "Yes mommy It's right here.
Can we get out now? It's dark and I'm scared."
The starving single mom snatches the bag and grabs her by the hair.

She wraps the oven bag around her head.
And suffocates her daughter to death.
The deeds are done. Killing her children with no remorse.
Now her next sin shall takes it course.

With a sharp blade slices her daughters chest.
Forces her hands in and opens her breast.
Then pulls out the heart and stares with widened eyes.
Licking her lips as she bakes it in a pie.

Her son is ready and serves a big plate.
She sits at the table and begins to say grace.
"Thank you God for this wonderful meal,
no more hunger, I soon will be filled.

I rid myself of the crying and tears.
No more whining, no more fears.
My children are gone, now I'm at peace.
Blessed with this food, now I'm ready to feast."

She takes a bite of her son and forgets to chew.
Trying to swallow, she begins to choke on her food.
Her eyes wide open, her hands around her throat.
No ones around to help, She's all alone.

Gasping for air she goes to the sink.
Hoping to find something to drink.
She slips on her daughters blood that pours from her carcass. Uncareful,
she lands on the sink and her hair gets caught in the garbage disposal.

The sound of metal clanking, pulling her head down the drain.
Roots of her hair rips off her skull, exposing her brain.
Then fall backs on her daughters opened rib cage.
Impaling through her heart, taking her to the grave.
Scalpel_Rape
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