TeaA Poem by JaenelleEvansMy first taste of
human flesh was accidental, There I was,
resting upon my mantle, Then approached my maid to ask of me If I would like a cup of tea. I answered yes and then it started, From the moment she first parted, Something smelt within the air Yet enter the kitchen I didn’t dare. The cup which arrived had a hue of red, And though drinking the tea I did strongly dread I parted my lips and gulped it down Upon my face there formed a frown I saw into the kitchen and whispered “hey…” Staring where the lifeless body of my cook did lay “Is it his blood which colours this peppermint tea? How dare you serve my help to me!” She drew away with but a slight shudder “of course it is” she then did mutter “If there is a different tea you would now rather…?” I licked my lips “Please, make me another.” © 2013 JaenelleEvansFeatured Review
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