She keeps trying to speak to me, trying to explain herself - I don't need to hear it though.
I already know what she's going to tell me and it won't make me pull the axe out of her head.
It's the only thing keeping her pinned to the old oak tree, stopping her from killing again.
She's been smiling around it all week, acting like its not bothering her but we all know it is.
The second we turn our backs her smile drops and she starts twitching, trying to writhe her way out.
Whenever someone goes to visit her they make sure to push the axe back in again, just in case.
It's getting looser though, she's working it out slowly.
I already know what she's going to tell me and it won't make me pull the axe out of her head.
It's the only thing keeping her pinned to the old oak tree, stopping her from killing again.
She's been smiling around it all week, acting like its not bothering her but we all know it is.
The second we turn our backs her smile drops and she starts twitching, trying to writhe her way out.
Whenever someone goes to visit her they make sure to push the axe back in again, just in case.
It's getting looser though, she's working it out slowly.
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