(A bit of a brain dump idk) ~~~

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.