Baby Doll

By Alix
Alix's stories

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Woke up in the land of the dead

 

Trees floating over my head

 

I felt guilty I didn’t make my bed

 

And like a dog in spring I started to shed

 

 

On my armpits I am braiding my hair

 

And vomiting you a nice blanket

 

It is past your bedtime again

 

Let me take your human skin jacket

 

 

Blood makes such nice burgundy paint

 

I could draw raspberries that way

 

Or the tears of a saint

 

I regret not punching you that day

 

 

My baby doll keeps company to the demons at night

 

They cannot be seen by the human eye

 

Who is to say they aren’t mine?

 

They are the ones speaking for me most of the time

 

 

Frozen organs in those plastic blue eyes

 

The soul gathering in one part of my body

 

The darkness whispered to me pretty lies

 

”Stop shooting people in the lobby”

 

 

The nuns are crying, rushing to get inside

 

They got scared of the shotgun in my hand

 

My friend watching my brother sleep by his bedside

 

My face locked on his feet covered with sand

 

 

My baby doll gets on my nerves lately

 

I ripped her clothes and made them confetti

 

She was the talk with no brain kind of gal

 

I would know, as I opened her skull

17 March, 2023