In every window, there are shadows
tiny girls with paper hair and twisted legs
feet stuck out at unnatural angles
pointy elbows and crooked teeth
and eyes like telescopes, watching
everything.
They are armed with bats and chains and metal pipes
they are grown to ten feet tall
they are tongues untangled, mouths unclenched
they are smiles, vicious laughter
they are ready to unload.
They are cotton candy artillery shells
blowing up the world
aiming from the windows
and burning off their flesh.
