• On the hand small tickle
    Sharp black, blood trickle
    The Witch of the Hair
    Small child's eyes
    Must stay close
    She wants children
    Only those
    Kill them, she wraps her hair
    She pulls them to her mouth, her oversized jaws
    Her long black curving claws,
    pinch their necks, take their hair
    To next time,
    you don't know where