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The Chef Made Human Soup

No one knew no one suspected

By Marie381Uk Published 6 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

The Chef Made Human Soup

The bell above the café rang

no one noticed what she sang

a lullaby with sharpened notes

while smiling wide and taking coats

The chef was whistling, red with steam

his knives hung quiet in their gleam

no menu posted, just a chalk

that changed itself, no need to talk

He stirred the pot with careful grace

a finger bone, a hint of lace

the scent was sweet, like Sunday roast

with whispers clinging to the toast

They came in pairs, they came in threes

he served them broth and old green peas

they licked their lips, they scraped their bowls

he watched, content, with blackened coals

The floor was clean, the lights were low

the lock was firm, no need to go

he topped their drinks, he knew each name

and kept a tally of the game

No blood, no screams, no final fight

just stew and silence every night

they’d smile, they’d chat, they’d leave no trace

just teacup rings and empty space

The chef still cooks, the café thrives

a favourite stop for humble lives

but ask too much, or stay too late

and you might share the evening plate

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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  • Mark Graham6 months ago

    This poem kind of reminded me of the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes". These women owned a small restaurant called the 'Whistlestop' and they cooked a mean human to get even. Good job.

  • Gene Lass6 months ago

    Ah my friend, this was excellent! The meter, the content, were on the level of a master like Shel Silverstein! Very impressive!

  • Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago

    amazing

  • Irfan Ali6 months ago

    "Chillingly brilliant! This poem masterfully blends horror with elegance — the rhythm is haunting, and the imagery is disturbingly beautiful. The subtle progression from normalcy to nightmare kept me hooked. It reads like a lullaby you shouldn't fall asleep to. A true gothic gem!"

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