by J.H. (9th Grade)

The eggs were all bought and then boiled
The juices of dying prepared
The eggs didn’t know what was coming
They had every right to be scared

The pink fleshy monsters were squealing
The crayons were scrawled across shells
The jars were plunked down on the table
Like chromatic marine citadels

The monsters held spoons in their clutches
The spoons held the terrified eggs
They descended into different liquids
And then they all sank to the dregs

Their screams were unheard by the monsters
The eggs could not run from their fate
The monsters had lusting for torture
That nothing could quite satiate

At last all their hardships were over
The remnants of fear had all fled
The monsters were done with their torture
The eggs had been dyed ‘til they’re dead