Little rhymes I come up with in my land. Crack, chaos, nonsense. Like all nursery rhymes, these have a (not-so-hidden) darker meaning. Approximately five ficlets at a time, but only three today. First title spelled intentionally. Reviews are the Zest to my Lemon!

Blood on an ear,

Wax on a finger,

Blood on the counter,

My darling, we'll be.

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Chew

Teeth clenched

Mouth open

Saliva dripping

Meal of the day.

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October the 13th

Pumpkins for breakfast.

Jack's on the floor.

Blood is in my cereal.

It's Friday today.