Do you want some rice?

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

Tell me where my guns are.

 

Would you like some spaghetti?

The noodles were flat laces

Tied in horrific knots

The thick sauce greasily covered them

Like pale dead snakes in a pool of their own life.

 

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

Would you like some pears?

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

What is your name?

 

The pear were neatly cut in two

The juice leaked into the bloody mess

Plasma separating from the red

 

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

What is your name?

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

Are you okay?

 

Too many questions

Too many strange people

The questions crowded the air

Questions!  Too many questions!

Nothing was clear now

 

Their was no appetite

But the snakes had to be eaten

As pale as they were

 

How old are you?

Are you okay?

Are you afraid?

 

My stomach became milk curdling

Under a burning sun.

Fear crept through my body

Snakes slithering in darkness

Replacing my warm blood

With cold hatred

 

My sister sat across from me

 

Why are we alone?

Are you afraid?

Where is mommy now?

 

Is your food okay?

 

The questions swirled like a monstrous twister

 

KNOCK!

       KNOCK!       KNOCK!

 

The door was suddenly as strong as rice paper

 

He stood there in the door way

 

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

TELL ME WHERE MY GUNS ARE!

THE GUNS ARE MINE!

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

WHERE ARE MY GUNS!
WHERE ARE MY GUNS!

 

The questions pierced, a double-edged sword

The swirling stopped

The air was thick and icey death