Looking Back

June 10, 2012
I sit here
Looking into my soup
The noodles swimming
And looking back at me
Their green hair grows
As their eyes become

They keep staring
Back at me while
their lips begin to fuse
They begin to Screech

I lift them up
They gasp for the broth
They jump and slide off the spoon
One jumps off and whips me in the face
I have just been assaulted by soup
The noodles then form an army
And start spitting soup

The green, fuzzy haired
Big eyed noodles then
Jumped out of the bowl
And started to tear at my face
I scraped them off
They started to scream
As I pulled them apart

Most laid in pieces
Of two or three
The war was over
Or so I thought
The torn halves
Began to form
Eyes and hair

The was against the noodles
Was getting really tiring
So I ate them

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