MAD MOLLY'S MEAT PIES

By Pandora Horvath

from at first vehement begging to now

deranged and stomach-turning laughter 

torturous howls would echo from her cell 

lunacy filling her cerebrum as a balloon

she would coat the walls each hour stripes

of crimson with flesh accents 

her digits bleeding out as ink her

nailbeds had disintegrated  

weeks or perhaps months ago

endless cackling and screeching

playing as an infinite record day in and day out  making

it impossible to know the time passed 

the more time passed the more laughter she'd spew

the walls grew more decorated  no more stripes

just solid crimson

her crypt now mirroring a ruby 

her metacarpus exposed; little to no flesh remaining

now reflecting she grows sudden ache in her chest

collapsing into the mess before her ache

had turned to hunger galore  spiralling and

fiending she shrieks to the sky

"why am i here? why? why? why?" 

grasping for some type of answer she nibbles her tongue her

tongue and belly both paining in one 

relentless for clues she digs her palms into her brain 

carving out ribbons, rattles and some lists of names    was

it perhaps the pies she'd made? 

grasping her belly as it hallowed and throbbed  

licking her lips she pleas "just one more?"  rolling

around in laughter she continued to beg 

"just one more" she cried with mirth

"such delectable, tender little things" she giggled

"oh how they squalled" she added

- mad molly's meat pies 

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