Mince Meat

Written in ICT. : ) It feels good.

Little girl running through,

Running through the haze,

Of a distant nightmare real,

A steamy unknown maze.

She skipped over slabs and bounced,

She laughed and flew around,

She fell into an ending gape,

Without a single sound.

She fell into a mince machine,

Its razors slicing sharp,

The angels fell from heavens floor,

Her screams their deathly harp.

She fell and died, she fell and screamed,

She fell and slit her throat,

The blood purred out like milkshake puke,

A sacrificial goat.

The meat was minced and packaged fresh,

In plastic she was furled,

A sticker stuck upon the lid,

"ADDED LITTLE GIRL"....

Author's Note

:)