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Grief Eaters
by Max BouilletPudgy little demons
suck on the corner
of her eyes
and feed on the tears
her soul refused
to let flow.
Soon,
they will gorge
themselves
and fall
back into hell.
They become
moist tidbits
for thirsty masters
that have long since
forgotten the
necessity of sorrow. 12/02/2006 Posted on 12/02/2006
Copyright © 2026 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/03/06 at 02:27 PM Your wonderfully unique way of saying sorrow must have its day! Grief is a good thing. A catharsis unless it becomes chronic. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/06/06 at 08:53 PM Niiiicceee... the final stanza is clincher. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 02/24/07 at 09:38 AM Ohhhhhhhhhh this reminds me of the Temptation of St Anthony only a text version, scary, I can see them. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/28/11 at 05:22 AM What naughty little cherub of a poem, imagery is electrically charged, how it wiggles between the confines of any boundaries, wonderful write! peace n poems, jewels |
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