the night was warm; the plan: to flee
her dress was torn; like the heart on her sleeve
to calm the storm; Rashell would wear
four bells from home; in her hair
Rashell and her friend; were never seen again
Harley ran; to leave behind
her dead-beat dad; and white-trash life
Rashell was there; to help her friend
'though unprepared; in it 'till the end
Harley and her friend; were never seen again
they found a house; of ginger-bread
they helped themselves; cause they'd not been fed
Harley found; with skin like silk
a brownish cow; that gave chocolate milk
Harley and Rashell; and the witches' spell
when the witch returned; she slipped right in unheard
Rashell had turned; as white as ghost
when the witch; slit Harley's throat
She vomited; Harleys' chest ripped apart
Witch licked her lips; and removed the heart
now that you've fed; good hearts make gingerbread