She Wore a Skull On Her Belt

She wore a skull on her belt, but it was small And it did not have hair on it or flesh, so the parents thought it was a faux skull. But it was the real deal, just shrunken afterwards She walked the halls in a weird way, without putting her feet down, so you did not hear her coming which was a bit creepy at first Horrifying later The kindergarteners were the first to be totally terrified of Queen, our new principal. They began crying, sobbing, wailing, keening at the first assembly When she introduced herself with her perfect blonde hair and her perfect skin Skin she apparently stole from others who were more deserving of it. I know she prowls in the evening and eats her fill, slurping warm salty blood out of necks before her victim understands they are paralyzed and cannot save themselves in any way at all. She walks the halls in a sneaky, non-sounding way. Horrifying those of us who recognize her. I keep waiting for her to realize who we are so she will know what she has to do. Every day, I keep wide awake, with my eyes to the door, hypervigilant of who she is and what she is about; knowing my days are numbered, as yours are too. Even as a third grader, I recognize evil when I smell her.