Softly

They call her Diva, but she goes by Alice. I’ve never met her before; I hope I never meet her again.
She hides away; the only thing that can bring her out is a threat to children. When she appears, it’s always to defend, but the best defence is a good offence, and Alice’s supernatural power is in her voice.
When she sings, she sings your life; she strums your pain – like in that song – she’s killing you softly.
Her song doesn’t know friends from foes.
It only knows the guilty from the innocent.
My conscience grows teeth.
It hurts.