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.
