Emily Dead

With a face so sweet,
she happily skips around.
Touches the people on the street,
and smiles when they fall to the ground.

Shortly before I wrote this, my young niece had, for reasons I don't recall, said the words, "Emily dead".
By the way, it was not spoken out of a lack of proper grammer, like "doggy go woof woof".
She spoke it as a proper name, of sorts.

Anyway, it eventually put a thought in my mind, and the poem was the resulting depiction of it.