The Doll

They told her to get rid of her anger
Told her to do as was told-
As she wasn’t a child anymore

The girl didn’t cry ever
Yelled at them and doll
Close to her chest she held

At 21 her brain was of 5
She wanted to play
Not in matrimony, to be held

Day in and day out
Food in her room to her was served
Broken to bits to the dolls mouth
It was held

She begged and cried for those eyes
To open once more
As in her dreams they looked pale green
She wanted to ensure
If even now that was the scene

Dimentia , is what they said
Is the eveil she possessed
No one knew it was not the doll
Everytime she caressed , it was the doll
Which without breathing
Out of her had bled

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Natalie Swift says:

    Absolutely devastating…
    I simply loved your writing style. ❤
    Looking forward to reading more from you!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Wow thats so good to hear . Thank you so very much.

      I shall try my best to deliver your request . I hope you have a wonderful day/night 😃

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Natalie Swift says:

        You’re welcome, Nancy!
        It was my pleasure. ❤

        Liked by 1 person

        1. 😃♥️♥️

          Liked by 1 person

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