MARY BELL

By Dael Mac

she was the type of child

who liked to hold life

in her tiny hands

squeezing

until the pink turned blue

with an asphyxiated smile

in the death of night

by the time she was ten

she took a razor blade

to little thighs

scrawling a bloody M

to be remembered

seeking to be feared

in lieu of love

I kill so I can return

painted on the playground wall

go run tell the devil

she's three types of disaster

but prey consider

nature versus nurture

children only copy what they

know

yet no one mourns

the wicked the unwanted child

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