Still Doll

The door is open.
There is blood.
Blood, everywhere.

The door is open.
I am met with blank eyes,
An unblinking stare.

The door is open.
This porcelain doll just sits there,
Sits and stares at me from her case.
Perhaps, the fear I feel is misplaced.

The door is open.
Crimson stands out cruelly beautiful
against her white dress.
Her small frame feigns weakness.

A weakness contradicted,
Only by the blade held in her lithe hands.

The door is open.
There is blood everywhere.
I wonder,
did something happen here?
Does she not see it?
This blood everywhere.

Another door opens.
I hear footsteps.
My fears increase.
I must go.

I must take this doll away.
And go anywhere but here.
But still that in blinking stare
That helps not satiate my fears.
Not in the very least.

The door is open.
The footsteps draw near.
But still that unblinking stare.
I make to move.
I cannot move.
Why can't I move!!?
Just one foot in front the other is all I must do.
Still I go nowhere.
Still I just sit here.

The door is open.
The footsteps are upon me.
This porcelain doll still stares blankly at me.

The door is open.
A shadow blocks the mirror.
Now the doll is gone.
Gone from my sight.
My fears now choke me.
I wish I could take flight.
Certainly the knife in my hands,
Would help vanquish my plight

The door is open.
The shadow moves.
My emotions fade.
I sit there and blankly stare.
I feel empty.
I feel hollow.
My emotions have gone.
Somewhere I cannot follow.

The door is open.
I feel hands on me.
Hands touching places they shouldn't be.

The door is open.
I shed a single tear.
I stare at the shadow,
With an unblinking stare.

Still Doll
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