Cannibal A vindictive Spirit holds her fist so tight, knuckles whitely glare. She doesn’t struggle for it suits her purpose to be malignant. Evil sets a festive table overflowing with immoralities’ bounty. Tasty dishes, though tempting to the eye leave a sadly bitter after-bite. Poison  pulses in her veins refilled with dainty sips and slurps from a cup never emptied. She eats heartily, tearing flesh from bone--gorging. Licking greasy fingers, her tongue rolls revenges tart flavor ‘round her palate savoring each nuance, eyes shut in ecstasy. With every shredding, tearing agonizing bite, her soul grows smaller. Gluttonous cannibal -- She won’t be satisfied ever. . . . Graci copyright 2000 -- Lorrie Workman Return To Graci's Poetry Page