here comes the smoked monster girl-
triumphantly over which
the other tender years exclaimed
with ready stones to pitch.
this harmless wight-
how long might
it swallow its pride, if any?
the sunken cheeks bedewed with tears
and tears rather too many.
only the worried mothers' cries
to assuage its angry pain
as only they do bless the freak
for gulping down the sunset
along with peers' derision.
here is the smoked monster girl-
that frequents the playground bosom
in order to mingle with,
in order to dispeople.
at night she does.