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.
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