With desks from high school
and textbooks that we
cannot touch. Three of us
stuck in a pose.
I can’t see my companions,
but I know they are from
my high school. My hands are stuck
and we have been frozen.
There is an IV in every
right arm. He comes in.
Hello, my dolls. Let me just
check on you here.
Ah, very good. Very very good.
His breath is hot and rank.
I feel him pull back my hair
from my shoulder.
Your make up needs to be fix,
my love. He brushes something
onto my face. You are too old,
Lizzie.
There is a ripping sound
and the camera is splattered
with blood. Someone drags
them away, their shoes squeaking
The floor. Just another one
of his victims.