_(A bit of a brain dump idk)_

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Door lock

Clicks shut,

Kids crack

Clavicles.

Ribcage crunching,

Fractured knuckles.

Clip clop,

Horseshoe,

Tail in the door, you

Lick lips,

Blacksmith,

Sugar cubes.

Fer the ribbon,

Fer the winnin',

Yer a good

Little boy.

Pretty beggar

Fer the sugar

And the toys

(Fer enjoy-

Ment)

Batter down the

Wall

When the door's unlocked,

Kids crack,

Bones snap

On the chopping block.

Doorknob,

Keychain

Cancels out

The silent Ks and

Creeping doubt.

Got yer sucker-punch bruise

(I'm a sucker fer amuse-

Ment),

Can't stand up

So I'll kill—die—here.

Can't give it up,

Get a kick from this ruse.

So you clap with the crowd

When yer door slams.

Duck under frame,

And we're f*cked once again,

With yer frick-frack-fruck,

New frock, feminine.

It's a fricative feel:

Flashy new high heels,

And one hairline crack

Through yer skull.

Crick in yer neck,

Splinter, kicked by the clock,

Kids crash.