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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