Annabelle

she said: I'd love to have you over for dinner
who turns that down?
In the middle of the meal
I feel drowsiness overtake me
and now I'm sitting here, tied to this chair,
muzzled like a pig for the roast,
apple in my mouth.

Annabelle the Cunning Belle, she calls herself.

God, I hear the sound of knives being sharpened in the kitchen

Author notes: horror, humor, pun