Peanut Butter

He was grounded;
punished for his anger. 
He was banished to his room with a
peanut butter sandwich. 
He was an angry eleven year old
reading his comics.

He couldn't take it anymore, and no one knew.
Nobody could see a game of house turning bad.
Only one person could see the happenings...

Except, who would believe a four year old?

He’s a good boy gone bad.

“I’m sorry you’re in trouble” the little girl said,
the cries still crystal clear.

“It’s okay sissy.”
I need to change, he thinks.

“Do you wanna play? You can be the baby and I’ll be the daddy, just like last time.. I have to practice something new..”

The door creeks as it shuts,
this is just a good boy gone bad.

He was a good boy.

“Mommy?” The girl whimpers behind closed doors.

“Come on sissy, it’s time to play.”

He’s a good boy gone bad.

Peanut Butter leaked from the crevices of his mouth.
his breath filling her nostrils.
She screamed, but no noise released.

Peanut Butter traces crowd her mouth,
choking her.

The pain of a thousand knives dispersed throughout her body.

But the peanut butter stench is too strong to ignore.

All the little girl can think about is the sticky, stinky peanut butter.