Image from Pixabay/Gianni Crestani

“Mama!”

Mouth wide open,
Teeth razor-sharp,
Tongue forked like a snake
No one claims this child.

“Mama!”

Insistent cries from hell to heaven,
Drowned by the sound of the harp.
The child’s fingers shaped like a rake,
His face pitted and wild.

“Mama!”

No welcome for the heathen,
Ignored as if hidden under a tarp.
He crawls back to Devil’s Lake,
Where he was originally defiled.

[Entry to Monster Masquerade, hosted by Fly TrapMan and Poet Rummager]

©2015 Karina Pinella