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Pound Of Flesh

Off to a tropical paradise    
For a long overdue vacation    
When a malfunctioning device    
Affected the planes aviation    
   
The pilot losing all control    
The plane started going down    
Passengers searching for their soul    
Exploding fire, burning the ground    
   
The only survivors of the flight    
A young mother and her teenage son    
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night    
Their tribulations have just begun    
   
Sorting through the cargos ash    
Anything for their survival    
Only a knife found from the crash    
As they began this harrowing trial    
   
Days trekking in the jungle wild    
Thirsty and starving for food    
Desperate they are barely alive    
And their rescue they still elude    
   
Finding only some ants and leaves    
They consumed the bare minimum    
Its all they had that they could eat    
So they made due for the interim    
   
Two more days have painfully passed    
Craving any meat from animals    
Delirious from the involuntary fast    
Licking her lips, becoming canibal    
   
Tired, hungry, and impatient    
Staring at those innocent eyes    
A pound of flesh as repayment    
She swiftly cut from his upper thigh    
   
The loan she finally collected    
For birthing him and giving life    
But she did the unexpected    
Savagely cutting with the knife    
   
While feasting on this delicious treat    
Sounds emerged in the distance    
The mother continued to eat    
The son beyond medical assistance    
   
The rescue team then appeared    
To the sight of this horrific scene    
They saw how the mom persevered    
Her sons bones cut and licked clean    
   
The mother looked over at them    
Thirst and rage reflected in her eyes    
From her sons flesh this all did stem    
She laughed and said you all will die    
   
"We are just trying to help you    
You've been missing for 30 days    
We understand what you had to do    
Just please put the knife away"    
   
With knife in hand and pain endured    
She stabbed at them and slashed away    
These three victims have now ensured    
She has meat for another day    
   
She dragged the men to her shelter    
She had built for her protection    
This new state of helter skelter    
Her lifestyle of imperfection    
   
   
   
   
   
 
Written by Mstrmnd1923
Published | Edited Yesterday
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