Vegan Man Eater

"Mother what do you do?" I ask with a smile.
She disregards the question with a grunt.

Then she leaves for works, and I roam at home.
When she comes back she smells of cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

"Mother what is your job?"
She disregards the question with a shrug, and takes a shower.

The night rises to day, and the day to night.
I ask again before she goes to work. "Mother where do you work?"

She pats me on the head.
Then she says, "Dinner's in the oven," and she leaves.

I follow her cab with my own.
I know its a bad idea but I have to know.

By the corner she stops, and steps in the alley.
I follow after, and hide behind the dumpster, watching.

Next comes a man with a need on his face.
With an exchange of money, I watch her panties drop.

Tears fill my eyes, and the scream in my throat.
I can't look away. I shouldn't have come.

On and on it goes with mounds of her flesh mixed with his.
What am I seeing is this real?

Why can't I look away.
I wanna go home.

My stomach hurts.
My head just doesn't feel right.

The man tenses up, and puts on his pants.
She counts the cash, and watches him go.

Tears  drip my face....
She taps her foot as she waits.

A new feeling rises out of sadness....
Anger, its trembles my hands.

I rush out of my hiding spot, and approach her.
I fling some money at her face.

"Can I be your next customer mommy?" The words rough, and mocking in my ears.
Her face fills with shame, and then with fear.

"Can I mommy?" My own voice sounds gentle.
What am I feeling? Even I don't know.

Her head falls forward. "No. No NOO."
Her hair falls with her as she slumps.

"But, I'm a paying customer."
What am I feeling? Even I don't know.

"Go home."
Her voice sagging.

"I paid you."
What am I feeling? Even I don't know.

She slaps me hard on the face.
I turn and run crying as I pass another man walking to her.

I run home, and don't wait for a cab.
I lock myself in my room, and pack up my clothes.

I didn't want to stay.
I can't stay.

But, she was home, I could hear the door.
I peek out my room.

She is fixing a salad.
No meat for her because she is a man eater.

"You're a whore." I growl in frustration.
"I know." Is all she would say.