“THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR”
The visitor came
And left
As the sun lost its vigor
Choking in the murkiness of
The engulfing night
Giving in to the big moon
The visitor came
After feeling the emptiness of
My void soul and left
After filling my bodily faculties
With its infectious scratch
The curtains flapped,
As the trees swayed in the darkness
And the visitor continued to steal
Mincing me with zeal
Making me his meal
Plucking my milk teeth one after the other
His iron rod screwing tooth after tooth
In the choking darkness
The visitor came and left me
Writhing in pain
The pain of loosing the coveted milk teeth
The one that reminds me
Of my origin
and his origin too
The visitor had pretended to be good
And thus I welcomed him in
His hands were bare and his face was fine
Wearing an infectious smile
And a grin of a midnight visitor
And then; came the hidden rod
Plunking and plucking
My milk teeth
My cries and wails persisted
And the visitor continued
Plucking my milk teeth
One after the other
The curtains flapped
Letting in the flashes of the midnight storm
And I would see him galloping for air
As his rod, trapped in the bottom of my lips
Continued ripping me helplessly
The visitor came and left
Leaving my mouth agape and
All my milk teeth gone
My eyes swollen
And my lips bleeding
The midnight visitor
Came and left me
Writhing in pain
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