Childcraft

"I like pulling out your baby teeth"
Looking down at the twelve-year-old girl
String-to-finger
Scalping her bones
Shunts in the brain
No remorse to the little one
Growing, closing, losing her sense of wonder
Why wander anymore?
It’s safer now
Shit-sack of bones in a bow
Sets it in front of you
I don’t want to remember how bad it felt
To manually turn their heads;
To walk them to their deaths
Burning their iris, I put her to bed
You’re safe now