He knew
he could melt me
with a touch
Dipped his fingers
into my darkness
Burnt his hand
with the pieces still on fire
With a tarred finger
in his mouth
He declared me
sweet

I'm tap dancing as fast as I can, Mom.
    The sparks jumping off the sidewalk like
    demon flares half mad in the dark!
    all seems to be going swimmingly,
    but you turn to stone and deliver me
    to the monster at 3 o'clock sharp!
    Read my crimes and grant no leniency;
    the sentence is beating with Dad's belt.