Childcraft - Cloud Rat

«I like pulling out your baby teeth»

Looking down at the twelve-year-old girl

String-to-finger

Scalping her bones

Shunts in the brain

No remorse to the little one

Growing, closing, losing her sense of wonder

Why wander anymore?

It’s safer now

Shit-sack of bones in a bow

Sets it in front of you

I don’t want to remember how bad it felt

To manually turn their heads;

To walk them to their deaths

Burning their iris, I put her to bed

You’re safe now