Born with the legs of a baby deer
I sprung to my feet,
Running not from a wolf, not from a bear,
But from a young women
Who raised children with fear
I dived into the room
The one with purple walls,
closed curtains and a box full of dolls
Swallowed by the dark
I was an appetiser
For the shadows yet to come
Looming over the bed frame
Her voice distorted
Her body stretched
In a second, she switched from
A mother to a monster
One with miserable, red eyes
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
Born with the legs of a baby deer
I sprung to my feet,
Running not from a wolf, not from a bear,
But from a young women
Who raised children with fear
I dived into the room
The one with purple walls,
closed curtains and a box full of dolls
Swallowed by the dark
I was an appetiser
For the shadows yet to come
Looming over the bed frame
Her voice distorted
Her body stretched
In a second, she switched from
A mother to a monster
One with miserable, red eyes