fire of the mind

tear
utter distress
dolly void
shes sitting there
please dark enjoy the real
illuminate spark
that breathes
and makes her feel

someone stole my doll
and left a sharp knife
its not a pen
but it writes like
it cuts

send my regards
intended evil to rape
her charms and scare
spirit scarred and take
the pen i made,inherent
dolly,dolls were made
to sit uncanny
as other things
objects that sing
that write
our apparent
melodies

nursery bells
ringing through hell
simple wee rhymes
most of the time
an unpleasant evil

and parents have all disappeared
catch a star in a room
see the glow
seacliff 1942