Run. Follow. Run.
Staring with an unnerving smile.
Nails are kept long and trim.

Sharp as needles.
And dirty as beetles,
Living in soil dark as your hair.

Stop hunting me so!
I am not prey,
But predator.

So I caution thee
To leave me be.

As I have said and done to others,
No one bothers
The girl who walks on the edge of knives.
Or rather lives upon them.