The demon smirked
as she mistook the girl’s meekness
ignoring the verging storm gathering force
in its raging throng.
In her whirling thought-of-thoughts,
the girl hummed the foreboding lyrics
of a too seldom sung, singalong song …
to your own peril, dearest Mommy-
yes, my black-hearted Mommy-
you are, ohhh, so misguidedly wrong-
I am in the process of publishing the sensitive details of my memoir.