Madchild Time

Whispering to the pale green walls which
Still smell of disinfectant and

Kerosene
She rocks mumbling rhyming charms to coax
The things behind the glass to come
Murder sleeping guardians
(Later Raggedy Ann lying all

Deceitful in the corner
Would take the fall)
And she gives you an alchemical look

Gold turned to lead
But if you stay too long you never know what
Might wrench open the crack in the wall or if it's
Hungry