HORROR Poem: Sleepover, by Erik Rosales

We were just boys,
and we had spent
the best hours
of the day,
committing ourselves
to children’s parades
and folly crusades
and lost causes.
And we came home,
hungering and ravenous,
and ate amongst ourselves
candies and red meats
and angel cake, till,
full as pigs we
went off to sleep.
And yet,
in the dark of our rooms,
in the shadows of our bed corners,
certain bleak faces
had followed us home.
Hungry faces,
pale as the full moon,
And as widely grinning.

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