Stilts
Stilts
High on stilts, I gave Chester Molester
The slip
Sucking on mountains of sea foam
Candy
I had no idea of his intentions
But mom did
He was foiled by a vague chill
A shiver that found its way
To my mother’s spine
Crept up and lodged in her awareness
She had the sixth sense
That all good mothers have
And kept me close, under her skin
That day
We found out later that
He was put away
For capturing the souls of young girls
He folded them neatly, in thirds
And kept them in his sock drawer
He lives in a cell
As cold and empty as his heart
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