Grandma's Sin

Grandma sits
Grandma stares
In her old rocking chair.

Grandma knits
Grandma smiles
With her short silver hair.

Beneath her scratchy wool army blanket,
Evil lurks, an eery presence,
Lingers through her orphic essence.

A silver dagger rests under,
Her initials in it embedded, carved,
Anxiously waiting, so blood starved.

Alas! Her tenth new love arrives,
Whistling gladly as he enters through,
With no idea he's on the menu.

She springs up with fury,
He is caught unaware,
Thrusted her dagger without a care.

We gather around later that night,
Laugh, enjoy a close knit feel,
Praise her for that wonderful meal.

Grandma sits,
Grandma stares,
In her old rocking chair.