Defenestration - Cryptopsy

Oh what a gal!

She seems such a perfect victim:

This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt

She’s guilty

Ordinarily

I’d not wish to frighten her or hurt her

But such beauty inspires one

To give the gift of murder

She’s the kind of girl you want to

Run up and tackle through a window some floors up

And spatter you both to hell

Come and get it;

Your stuffed bunny’s at the window

But not that far out…

Reach little one!

Reach…

Tantalized, a child is want to

Take an ill-considered course of action

Such is life;

Is experience not bitter?

Leaning too far out the open attic casement window

Baby plummets to a messy death not so far below

Rend your flesh to ribbons on shards of broken glass

Fading screams end abruptly;

Defenestration!