Nora Nemesis

She evens the score: a spoonful of applesauce meant for the mouth hits the floor. She's famous for a lack of aplomb, applesauce -- a time bomb. She gives you the dropsies, objects that fly, no reason why. Scary thoughts that come unbidden, hers alone. I will not own. Crossing Nora? Don't try it. You'll live to decry it. She's whatever haunts you, seems to want you, but send white light. She fades from sight.