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 I like pulling out your baby teeth