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My collection of entries for the Running on Empty Contest. |
![]() FORM: Cornish Sonnet SCARY DOLL SONNET With hollow eyes and cracked porcelain skin She’s always watching, knowing just what you do Tiny lips twisted into an impish grin Dirty dolly clothes, all caked with grime Shiny, coal black eyes staring blankly at you She sees your every fault, mistake, and crime Baby doll can look straight into your soul Can make you confess, repent, and atone Her dark, unsavory gifts you must extol Pray for forgiveness and you might be spared Or cut so deep, to the very bone It’s only a doll, why are you so scared? With hollow eyes and cracked porcelain skin Baby doll can look straight into your soul |