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Oh what a gal! |
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She seems such a perfect victim: |
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This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt, |
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She's guilty |
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Ordinarily, |
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I'd not wish to |
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frighten her or hurt her, |
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But such beauty inspires one |
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to give the gift of murder |
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She's the kind of girl you want to |
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run up and tackle |
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through a window some floors up |
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and splatter you both to hell |
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"Come on and get it; |
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you're stuffed bunny's at the window, |
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But not that far out... |
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Reach little one! Reach... |
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Tantalized a child is wont to |
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take an ill-considered |
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course of action; such is life: |
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is experience not bitter? |
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Leaning too far |
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out the open attic casement window, |
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baby plummets |
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to a messy death not so far below |
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Rend your flesh to ribbons on |
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shards of broken glass, |
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fading screams end abruptly: |
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Defenstration |
