Only Child

Only Child

The house was built over ancient tombs
Though neighbors had never been aware
That Mr. and Mrs. Appleton
Kept their eldest chained down there

Misshapen at birth
Cursed with the intellect of swine
Mr. and Mrs. Appleton swore
it would never see the sunshine

Torn with Christian guilt
Unforgiving rage and shame
Mr. and Mrs. Appleton vacillated
between madness, love, and blame

Quietly the years passed
As they kept their secret locked away
Chained in boxes down below
It grew to never see the light of day

In the quiet and dark
It whined and growled for food
Hideously deformed it shuffled and crawled
In search of meat and bones not chewed

Food and water were never enough
Once the freak became physically mature
It would scream all hours of the night
An unintelligible desire for twisted amour

Mr. and Mrs. Appleton were taxpayers
Nice people is what their neighbors thought
By day they smiled and waved to all
Only their victims knew the horror they wrought

They had fed their baby what it needed
For 32 years they roamed the lands
Expertly shopping for supplies
Fat ones preferred with very small hands

Tied, drugged, and undressed
The food would be rolled down the stair.
Mr. and Mrs. Appleton often watched with pride
As their baby mated and ate the ware.