The Wicked Poison Child
Stay clear of her she will she will eat you for breakfast
The Wicked Poison Child
She danced in corners no one dared,
with spider thoughts and viper stares,
her lullabies could split a skull
and drain a dream until it’s dull.
She learned to smile from crooked glass,
to mimic grief, let silence pass,
her toys were bones, her games were lies,
she kissed her dolls then gouged their eyes.
The village warned, the bells were rung,
yet still her song is softly sung,
by girls who burn their hair in braids,
by boys who vanish into shades.
She does not age, she does not fade,
she wears the names of those she played,
and when you sleep she slips inside
the thinnest crack you try to hide.
She hums beneath the cellar floor,
where walls forget what light is for,
her breath is cold, her hunger slow,
she waits for you to call hello.
No priest can chase, no flame can burn,
once she is yours, you never learn,
you’ll smile the way she always did,
a wicked child with truth well hid.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Chilling and beautifully written — like a nursery rhyme whispered in a nightmare. She’ll linger long after the last line.
Chillingly beautiful 👁️🕯️ The imagery twists through the shadows like a whispered curse. That final stanza? Absolutely haunting — once she’s yours… you never learn. 🕷️🖤 A masterpiece of dark folklore!
What a great chilling poem Miss Marie. Good job.