I smile at the children at my door, as they stuff their mouth’s full of candy: gum-balls, twizzlers, tootsie rolls; all disappear down their plump throats.
A woman of my age needs to watch what she eats, but I always have time for the children in my neighourhood. I’ll be going out for dinner later on.
I do this anually, and it’s something I look forward to. I watch the sun set. Young laughter echoes through shadow lit streets. I run my tounge over the fangs that protrude over my lower lip. Children are so sweet, and it’s feeding time.
A woman of my age needs to watch what she eats, but I always have time for the children in my neighourhood. I’ll be going out for dinner later on.
I do this anually, and it’s something I look forward to. I watch the sun set. Young laughter echoes through shadow lit streets. I run my tounge over the fangs that protrude over my lower lip. Children are so sweet, and it’s feeding time.
