Curious

Jeez, thought the kid,
Nature looks so fake sometimes.
That blood
Is the wrong colour;
That’s not what a
Smashed in ribcage
Is meant to look like.
The kid shuffled
A few steps sideways,
Navigated her way
Round the heap of trouble
That had made her day
Feel so curious.
Where do I go now?
She didn’t realise how
Loaded her thoughts would
Seem if some waster was
To record them, write them
Down, maybe even read them aloud.
What’s that supposed to be?
If someone had a fingernail
Taken off it would have sound
Effects way different to that –
Shriek? Something else
Caught her attention. Night,
Or daylight, or the sun, or,
Some thing else.