HoneyNee

Last week a sound pulled me awake, A sigh, a growl, it made me quake, My paranoia ran too deep, For me to once more get to sleep. What fangs?! What claws?! were in the dark, That morning banished by the lark. Her dulcet tones spelt sweet release, The monster left, I slept in peace. But with the dusk he came again, And though his shape I did not ken, I knew the hungry thing was there, I felt his desperate, greedy stare. And from the corner of my eye, A shadow loomed, I heard a cry, My last nerve broke! I hit the light, And saw a tail bound out of sight. First fangs and claws, now bushy tail! Gnashing teeth and

There's beauty! Where? Beneath the flab, Peel off the clothes, Pull back the fat. Reveal the gaunt and twisted thing That dwelt beneath the ghastly skin. Tie back the hair, reveal the face, Beneath the gore resides our case, The masterpiece we'll call our own; The girl that hid within the crone. Our eyes are sharp, Our knives are keen, She'll hardly even feel a thing as we mold and sculpt beneath the skin. And when we're done, What pride she'll feel! This face we give that isn't real Will bless her with true love for life, Until the Belle begins to fade, And then once more she'll need our blade.

The dawn breaks bright; Swift death to night, And stars take flight before Sun's might, As slowly, land awakes to light.