Breakfast Castaways

Lost, we’re found
in the library. 
Saturday morning
disaster.

We must remain until
we’ve combined
our personalities 
into one.

We fashion poses,
whimpers, epithets
into an S.O.S. we
shout inward.

This is how 
we survive:
talking, mocking,
cannibalizing

each other until
none of us
are left.