Poetry Project: Release the Cannibals

Hello Boys and Ghouls,

I have to admit that I'm impressed. 400 followers? You guys rock! And since I'm feeling especially creepy tonight, I'm going to let you all in on a little secret. My poetry collection, HYSTERIA, is done! That's right folks. I've drained its blood, let it soak in the moonlight, and locked it up in the asylum. All it needs is a few more rounds of shock therapy and then Momma is going to send her little psych project out into the world.

As always, I want to thank everyone for their support because without my readers... well, I'd just be a sick person with no one to scare. So my treat for you tonight is a poem from HYSTERIA called "Marketplace."
Hope you're hungry, because I know Janey is.

Stay Scared,
Stephanie M. Wytovich

Marketplace

I walked through the

Grocery store

Eyes glued to

Stainless steel hooks

That waved at me

In the butcher store

Window

While I picked out

The freshest of meats

I knew little Janey

Liked the thick ones

Rare, with

Lots of fat

She said the extra tire

Around their waists

Gave them more flavor,

Added a little something

To the juice

When she tongued

It off her chin

So I brought her

Home a big one,

Chopped it up,

Sautéed it with

Green onions,

And let it soak in

Its own blood while it

Salted itself

And stewed in the pan

The smell of it

Brought her running,

Brought her

Scrambling down

The stairs,

Her stomach

Growling like the

Beast that baked

In the oven

Mommy! Mommy!

What’s for dinner?

She asked

I scooped her out a

Helping of thigh

And served it warm

On her plate

Why it’s Old man Donnell sweetie,

I know you’ve had

Your eyes on him

For quite a while