The Dollhouse Demon

The flowers bloomed

Not a hint of shadow

Toucher her

clear Skies and ever-bright sun

Doubtless eyes

Saw a pure reflection of the

Deceptive world

In the fields where she trudged

Now was the dreadful path to run

The red roses, the dread it made

Once she saw the red shimmer

In her blood.

Shriveled flowers, clouds took over

Once the veil took off

She beheld some other world

The shreds and pieces

Was nothing a cover, yet it covered

Caresses were too harsh, unwanted

The kisses murdered her.

Oh, mercy, like raiments she had, at least that much

a dearth of words in sobs, yet it asked clearly

“Where is my world?”

She ran inside, in the sweet home of hers

Respite, a bit of life, in the dollhouse she had

but now she could find none.

In the presence of the clouds

And the absence of the sun

In some dark corner

Of the dollhouse she once loved

unbeknownst, slowly waiting,

Lurked and leered the dollhouse demon.

--Pranay Mishra