Maids

After the maids,
were finished,
they wrapped me in a blanket,
and put out with the garbage.

Those maids were strict,
but warmer than my mother,
she knocked my teeth out.
The maids let me tear into them,
sweetly.

In the bitter end, 
they swallowed pills,
with stone faces,
while I shivered,
and thought of what
I would tell my friends.

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