Haunted Dolls'

That creaky door

was squeeking

while the doll 

was dragged

across the floor

 

Unseen hands

like breathing

down a neck

propped dolly

in some tick

 

She sat there smiling

yeah, this was nice!

grab dat ol' quilt

up off dat floor_

man, dis was heaven!

 

Fetch me dat bottle_

could you hear dat

neck a' breathin'

while unseen hands

did haunt___?

 

 

RavenHeart~

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

Comments

Druidess

I wrote this several years ago about the death of Cousin Dolly. God Bless her Spirit,

she was much loved! 

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