Wing o wack

it’s overkill

draw the knife back

it’s only a bone finger thrill

stuck through the window crack

a piece of Snow White’s stepmother

the former apple queen

now with shimmering bones stripped bare

and colored mold green

Oh wing o wack

the jagged lightning freed her soul

and her body lost its track

only her supportive case is running still

she wants to swallow you like the bitter pill

a powdered medicine of immortal repair

Oh my wing o wack

this she whispers constantly like a poison vial

she wants you and loves your style

with every morsel of human-based stew

skin will be stretched tight over the empty frame

as her body becomes forever new

congealing from the waiting dust cloud in the air

she is dismembering the windowpane

piece by tortured piece the body wood it shrieks

it creaks resistance to the unearthly invader

you try a stab at the finger

writhing, wriggling, skeletal

thrust, parry, twist and retreat

Wing o wack

Wing o wack

chanting in sing-song she chases you into the corner

she pushes you against the coat rack

her bones entwine

as her frame embraces you

her cold slender fingers caress your trembling back

for now, you are her lovely little wing o wack