Dead

He stalks me,

With a gun,

He follows me,

When there’s no sun,

He killed me,

When no one was looking,

I tried to tell,

But no one listened,

He ate me,

With his fork,

He skinned me,

After twilight,

He murdered me,

While I slept,

I screamed for help,

But no one cared,

That is why,

I no longer eat dinner with Mother,

I no longer fish with Father,

That is why,

I am now unfound,

In his stomach,

As he digests me,

As I disintegrate,

To nothing,

For no one cared.

 

Author's Note

I shouldn't have watched The Silence of the Lambs, I'll be twisted forever