The Shadow of Shadow of a Doubt

What if you look up
and there is a woman

dead hanging from a noose
from your ceiling would you

scream would you ask her
why and realize she can’t talk

what if it was shadows
your room is scary

as a kid anything is
a monster in the dark

but as a man nothing
frightens except her

heads cocked blue arms
dangle slow spin still

pretty pink lipstick
such beauty should murder

suicide before death