His serial killer hands
Tie her up in Boy Scout knots
She is unmoving Play-Dough
Laying on a greasy garage floor
She can sense weeping
From another room
A room destroyed by animal smells
And dead bodies rotting
Swinging back and forth
Hung by inexpensive neck ties
Abducted in the abandoned
After-hours parking lot
Of Safeway
A plastic bag over her head
Erasing the future
All chances of escape
A wood-paneled station wagon
A choice family vehicle of the 70s
Her chariot to unimaginable wickedness
And insects that would later
Crawl upon her
Her mind and hopes
Become crumpled tin foil
As she hears the baseball bat
Scrape against the floor
Like rusted nails
Violating a chalkboard
She thinks of green wings
Carrying her to the little-girl castle
A story her father read to her
About Happy-Ever-Afters
And other fiction
Her mascara & tears collide
And drip on the cracked concrete
Like motor oil
Her mind is torn
Disheveled and terrified
She calls out
Through a dirty sock in her mouth
To a silent god
