Silent Doll Poem

The moon shines on the dark cracks of the floor
It's dirty, like the spiderwebs that coat the walls
What are you doing, simply sitting there?
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Hi, Ms. Elise
Looking at me through those dark lifeless eyes
What visions do you see?
Deathly, doll-like eyes
What do you dream of?
You're tearing apart at the seams
The thick red liquid burns in the light of the lone candle on the table
There are patched crevices on your skin
Yelling, accusations, spoken truths
Stuck in this endless cycle of breathing and living
Is this what you want?
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Hi, Ms. Elise
What truthful lies will those sinful lips breath?
Whom do you love enough to choose?
Your heart is beating
Can you hear it?
Already you spin your words
Around and around until they become a dance
The moon shines through the hooded windows
Illuminating a still figure
The feverish tongue still moves
The sound of devotion filling the air
Stitches are placed upon your wounds
And everything has gone cold…
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Still.
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You.
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Do not.
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Answer….