My Sister’s Daughter at 7

Don’t look at me with such blazing eyes
For if I look into them
I’ll have a fire in my soul.
Your eyes are red and hell like,
Your utterances are shrill and deafening.
Daughter of my sister, keep looking away
For you are full of war.

You are just seven
But when I touch you, you grin
Like you are seventy-two,
You have forgotten, that I am your uncle
The one you peed on his white jeans
Then gave a soft laughter.

I bend like a genie above you
But your nights with me are a poison
You relish stings, fed with hate,
You are like a daughter of a syphilitic fool
Heading hintings of death in your eyes
Your blood is moved,
Move to the underworld.

Your current looks and deeds
Make me need no daughter for a child
It’s good you were born while I was young,
So you be a forewarn to my future family.
These all I say not because I hate you
But because of how revolting you look,
Dark and omnious.