Her friends call her the Butcher-
Her eyes are sharp as knives.
and
Her hair
curls
forever
and ever-
making her seem to
constantly be
moving while standing still-
and
Her name is to be said a certain way,
and like a witches spell.
the way you say it can either
bless
or hex you.-
She stood up to me once, telling me,
I was contradicting myself,
(which I was)
Challenging me in a room full of people who had nothing to say.
She
had something to say.-
I like that.
Her friends call her the Butcher
joking that she's
always after fresh meat.
I don't know about that.
It has nothing to do with me-
Besides I am safe,
being
years past my expiration date.
I like being friends with the Butcher-
much better than
i ever did with the
Baker and
Candle Stick Maker.
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