Scapegoat

It slipped between the cracks
Like raw sand and hands mended together by thoughts we never kept.
Secretly disposed of by the twilight of night
and if you looked inside the hole, you'd notice the girl staring back.

Eyes glistening something pretty,
Like tiny moons casting over the dark sky, blue.
And if you knew her so well, how did she fall?
How did it get past you all?
As she drown in the floorboards of a house you never meant to own.

In a basement where lies lay their eggs to hatch
and draw back
before she notices you're gone
Because she will.
She will.