pretend you don't see her

Do you see that girl, in the frosty, white dress?
The one who sits in the corner, gazing at the sky through the window,
Through her tears, with her bloodied eyes?
Do you see the bony girls in her books, in her mind?
Do you see the cuts on her neck, the teeth marks inside her mouth?
The ghosts inside her head?
Do you hear their voices whisper? Do you hear them howl?
Do you smell the blood that drips from her wrists
and the knife in her back?
Do you see the empty space around her? The empty space inside her?

Don't you see?
Can't you see?

Now there's blood on her teeth and knives in her eyes.
Now she is not still, she is frantic, she is blurry.
She is scratching at your face.
Do you see her?
Do you know her?
Now she shatters the windows with her bony books.
Now she tears her frosty, white dress
She wraps it around your neck.
Her bloodied white dress.
Can't you see her?
Don't you know her?

No one knows her anymore.
Just pretend you don't see her.