The Doll

She sat ever so still
And stared. And stared
But suddenly
Jesus, she glared!

What a frightening sight
An awful fright!

Her still little face
Her perfect black hair
Her blood scarlet lips
All changed in that glare

“Well, here I am.” said Miranda the doll
She bent on her knees and started to crawl

Towards the sleeping girl
So still in her sleep
Miranda reached out
And made the girl leap

“Mommy, come here!!
This is not clear!”

“Mommy’s not here”
snarled Miranda the doll
And again she reached out
And grabbed the neck of the girl

Her icy white hands pierced tender young skin
And Miranda’s red lips curved into a grin

The little girl woke
With tiny blood dots
On her slender long neck
Her stomach filled with knots

She saw Miranda, now ever so vile
Perched in her chair with a look of denial