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Mary Edeza D. De Leon
August 9, 2009

There she was
busy digging up
on a pile
of ON SALE clothes.
Eyes sparkling like wine
popping with evil desire.
Her delicate hands
turned into claw,
as her fang
starts to sprung up her teeth.
Defensive.
Trying to get the best of it.
Never mind the sweat.
Never mind the chill
and the rumbling stomach.
She did what she did
Dig! Dig! Dig!
She never bother to check
what took her hours
that seemed like
a million years to detect.
Her beloved outside,
Stoned and forgotten.
Starved, cold and rotten.