About 200 beasts hungrily stood in line to get their pound of flesh.
The first time they saw me they envisioned meat so succulent and fresh.
As they rooted and feasted on my frail body they locked their jaws so rough.
The bloody, meaty pieces were so addictive they couldn’t get enough.
With bottomless pits, they came back for more, more, and more still.
No matter how much flesh they took, they could never get their fill.
As they looked at me from their desks with fire and brimstine in their eyes.
They salivated, smacking their lips and licking their chops and they did rise.
To the occasion.
Their eyes narrowed into little slits as they bore their stained-pink teeth at me.
But although they’d sink them deeper into my jugular, my death wasn’t to be.
They smelled the fear and lusted after my blood as they anticipated.
This wolf pack stayed ravenous and were never close to satiated.
The brutal kill and resulting feast they desired but could never quite attain.
Because they could never be satisfied with even the maximum amount of pain.
These vampires, they desired to suck the lifeblood from my body until there was no more left.
Only of my life-giving blood, they could never quite leave me bereft.
So they couldn’t resist nor get enough of it’s sweet but metallic taste.
They couldn’t rip and tear severely enough, so their energy they’d only waste.
They couldn’t get enough of the deliciousness of the raw meat of power.
So in their discontent they’d sit and in bitterness they would glower.
While grinding their boot heels into the back of my neck.
In their evil favor, they had to work feverishly to stack the deck.
But surprise, I survived and my body’s gaping wounds did close and heal.
My precious life’s blood those vampires could never completely steal.
I finally escaped my evil predators and began to grow stronger.
Under their dirty, nasty, grubby paws I remained trapped no longer.
The near-fatal, bleeding wounds they inflicted soon turned to scars.
But you see? The scars bullies inflict can help you reach the stars.
0 thoughts on “Feeding Frenzy”
Wow! Excellent parable. I hate t o think this could have happened to you, but am sure that if it did, the experience/s heat made you the strong steely warrior you are today.
Thank you so much, Jeanne! 💖🤗 Unfortunately, it did. Until I was able to move to a new school, my only escape was to live in a fantasy world, indulge in creative pursuits, and through the use of sarcasm.
I love this, there’s a powerful voice within the lines!
This means a lot! Thank you so, so much! 💖
For sure, it definitely resonated.
remain the completeness of the ruins… love this poem.
Thank you so much, Bill! 😊
Thank you so much, Michael! 😊
It is a shame that most of us have to go through that “passage of youth” and have to keep that thick skin throughout life!
Absolutely it is, hon. But the good thing is that we’ll never allow it to happen to us again.
true, but once is too much, for some of us!
Wow! Magnificent Cherie, brilliant analogy. 🙏🏻🐲🐉
You don’t know how much this means, Amber. Thank you so much. 💖😍🤗