Melanie had flesh that'd crawl
but not the way you'd think;
It'd sneak out of her room each night
and slither down the sink.
It wandered through the narrow pipes,
exploring darkened streets;
devouring cats and rats and bats
and other late-night sweets!
When like a nun arose the sun
a-slithering home it'd go
to quietly creep and go to sleep
in the early morning glow
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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What a delightfully eerie and mischievous tale! Melanie’s flesh, escaping the confines of expectation, takes on a life of its own—a nocturnal creature venturing into the dark underbelly of the world. It’s both chilling and playful, weaving images of slithering shadows and forbidden feasts. The contrast between the grotesque nighttime escapades and its quiet retreat at dawn adds a sly rhythm, capturing an odd balance of menace and whimsy. It feels like a story that slinks under the surface, asking us what lies beyond ordinary façades.
Clever and well written with rhyme and good flow. The metaphor is well placed and followed. Very nice
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