A Porcelain Doll
Upon a Shelf
In A secluded room.
Lifeless eyes,
and cold, glass hands
Holding a silver spoon.
A flash of light
In a dark corner
Where those eyes are locked.
An empty figure
Against a wall
A candle that he dropped.
Now let me tell you,
Tell you my friend
About this little doll.
It killed a man.
A Man, I say!
And never moved at all.
Apr 17, 2010
Apr 17, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
A Porcelain Doll
Upon a Shelf
In A secluded room.
Lifeless eyes,
and cold, glass hands
Holding a silver spoon.
A flash of light
In a dark corner
Where those eyes are locked.
An empty figure
Against a wall
A candle that he dropped.
Now let me tell you,
Tell you my friend
About this little doll.
It killed a man.
A Man, I say!
And never moved at all.
Copyright Megan Sonnier 2008
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