Mary Lou

she hangs in the lonely corner 

where the shadows never seem to go 

she lurches over into the cracks of the wall 

she scratches at the paint 

and picks up the chips and lets it melt on her tongue 

she talks through the walls 

she likes her teddy bears 

with their heads off 

she doesn't use scissors to make snowflakes  

she uses knives and carves deep into the paper 

and licks the blood that lingers on the knife 

so it doesn't hit the floor 

she says it is a waste to let such good blood go to waste 

she smiles in 3's

3 smiles 

each one crooked and always angled into the direction of the corner 

she talks to herself because she has no friends 

she heard the voices pulling her out her bed 

and out the door 

she traveled into 

the vortex of her thoughts 

and vanished 

her mind swallowed her 

all that was left wet paint chips that were  teethed on 

and a teddy bear with's  it's head ripped off with your name.

yes your name the reader's name 

now what did you do this girl 

that caused her to disappear 

to hide in her thoughts 

did you judge her?

she's hover's over your bed with a knife 

all you have to do is say sorry 

and I will call her off your guilty conscience