Here's another one shot story/poem I came up with. I found this rather creepy after I wrote it, but it fits Daisy so well. If you can figure out what it's about, I applaud you. If not, then you need to read the story by Susana Kaysen or see the movie and get a good idea. I will be continuing The Diary of Frederick Charles Krueger soon, just ran into a bit of a detour for now.

Without further due...


Whistling sounds within the corners of my room, whispering

Encouraging words from Daddy

"You can do it, sweetie. I love you."

As I sit and watch this creature before me

Its leather like skin, glazed in oil substances

"I want you."

My stomach turns with eagerness and putrid acid

Picking away the skin

"You can touch it, go ahead."

I don't want to touch this retched animal, with its wings all mangled to its body.

"Just imagine it's something else"

I want to have it but I can't help the tears flow in my eyes; they flow so frequent.

Feeling its bumped skin under my fingertips, I open my mouth slowly

"That's it, like a good girl."

I lick my lips, my mouth begins to salivate.

My body wants this; I tell to myself, it nourishes me.

"Don't take it all too fast. You won't enjoy it, honey."

I open my mouth and peel its muscle from the bone, ripping with my front teeth.

"Mmm. Taste good, doesn't it?'

I mash the meat between my molars, tearing and grinding down to shreds and soft mush

I halt as I try to swallow, feeling the meat hang on the back of my throat

I gag but still try to swallow.

"Just Swallow, baby; one quick motion and it will be gone. No one will know."

I swallow fast, feeling the pieces touch my esophagus; mucus following as it slowly trails down to my stomach.

"See? That wasn't so bad. We will try again."

My eyes are blinded with tears as I see the bird still in front of me. Oh God, I don't know anymore.

"Try again, sugar. Practice makes perfect."

I grab a piece of chicken again, and pray for the courage to open my mouth.

The saliva oozes from the sides of my mouth. My tongue swollen.

"Our little secret, Daisy; no one needs to know."

I feel so sick now, but I can't stop.

When this has been consumed, I will always feel empty.

"I will always have more."

I want to put it back, placing the bones and tendons together;

A skeleton of what once was; a pet.

"You will always be my pet, Daisy. I love you."

Where's Valerie and the fucking Colace?

I need to rid this.

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