At five in the morning
you would hear her munching
scoffing down with milk and honey
she was a homicidal lip smacking queen

The eerie sounds
the moaning and groaning
it was enough to give you a chill
and your feet would curl by their own will

By the light of day
all the packets would be away
with not a trace of spilt milk
just honey dripping down the legs of the table

I'd ask her, have you been at the cereals again
no my love was the answer she would deliver
but she knew that I knew
she was a cereal killer


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris