!@&) floresiensis
Sexual predators


It was a dark deed done in the night
Not so long ago, we were not alone


They had hard, thicker eyebrow ridges than us, sharply sloping foreheads
No chins
Lonely roamers

Eyes black and blank
Hunt for cunts
Some dark souls with curious follies


Significantly smaller cranium capacity
Mental !@$!ation

Mimicking advanced behaviours
He who eats anything
Human meat

Entrails of the child

Flores island in the sixteenth century grim and sombre

The mountains of mist and slumber
Massacre and murder, many a year
Feud unfading


In a warm, humid rainforest that teemed with death
Grime-ridden and gritty grey cave settings


Ambushing the young, a meter-tall hominid murderer
Death-shadow dark, lurking in the livelong night


Followed by fog and filthy air
A girl-thirsty wanderer


They watch village girls play
Waiting for nightfall to steal them away

Morning moisture blurring the blasphemy

Nonhuman in appearance

Behaviours were human
The obsession towards necrophilia
Accompanied by mutilation


They saw love as we see death
A playful play, joy from fresh cadavers

After death-day
Most painful of $#&@ings and feasts of the night