switch (for michelle)
Mad fat Michelle
That’s what we called her
Behind her back
To her face
We didn’t care
What could she do to us?
We were kids
No one could touch us
Let alone
Mad fat Michelle
They crawl through the walls
That’s what she said
Through the empty power sockets
If you left the switch on
You’d see her shuffle round the science lab
Frantically flicking the empty switches
We’d follow her
Turn them back on
To howls of laughter
And screams of anguish
They crawl through the walls
We’d feed on her suffering
Like only children can
Red eyed and out of breath
Pleading fell on deaf ears
As each socket was bewitched
Each nightmarish portal cast open
Mad fat Michelle would bite her nails
Claw at her arms
Stab her hands with her cheap compass
Like only children can
We’d feed on her suffering
Mad fat Michelle wasn’t there
On Monday morning
We quickly switched to another target
But made sure the switches were on
Just in case she crawled in
Bruised and beaten
Drawn and quartered
Her shields down
Ready for another day of pounding
The hatred of children
Stalled for one more day
We got on with our lives
Mad fat Michelle wasn’t there
The nightmares took her
That’s what we said
After a week
The empty seat
Staring from the corner
Screaming her name
Silently
When the teacher told us
She’s slit her wrists
We all knew
We all felt
The cold
The dry mouth
The guilt
The nightmares took her.
Stu Buck
Sat 6th Feb 2016 09:37
thanks michelle! i actually went to school with michelle, and she did have an awful compulsion to turn off switches. However, I am happy to report she lives with a husband and two kids in Berlin now. I agree, kids are extremely cruel!