By Katja Klingberg


Small people crawl up your legs

All you can do is beg

They rip and tear away your flesh

They like it fresh

They like the skin

They eat to the bone

You are too thin

They’re on their own

You watch them crawl

Blood dripping down their chins

What vial children

You feel so small

As you watch these twins

They are no longer human

Devoured whole

They have no soul

Consumed to the bone

Why couldn’t they leave you alone


Katja Klingberg is a biochemistry student who enjoys experimenting with poetry.

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