MAKE BELIEVE

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    MAKE BELIEVE

    The staircase crumbles over time,

    leaving a film of white-out over it all.

    Air whistles through the broken windows,

    a high-pitched moaning sound to my ears.

    Cobwebs catch hold of my hair,

    twirling the strands against my face.

    I climb the creaking stairs to the attic,

    to see what lies behind the peaked window.

    A doll house sized door waits at the top,

    its tiny knob small for my fingers.

    I stoop to enter the round room,

    lit by beams of light from the beveled window.

    A collection of dolls sleep in the morning sun,

    lined up like soldiers around the room.

    Porcelain skin shining white,

    so lifelike in their slumbering pose.

    I reach to touch the Elizabethan girl,

    dressed in a gown of burgundy and lace.

    Skin so soft and warm,

    for a doll created for make believe.

    The room feels even smaller,

    eyes following my every move.

    A movement from the far corner

    catches my roving eye.

    Pinocchio stands up to face me,

    an evil grin across his wooden face.

    He says in a high shrill voice

    as he lumbers on wooden legs to me,

    “Hello, Nice to meet you.

    Time to play our nightly game.”

    Arms and legs come at me,

    a cacophony of sounds hit my ears.

    I go down beneath the dolls,

    now one of their creations of make believe.

    Source:

THE DEAD AMONG US

jasonfnsaint:</p> <p>Dead Silence (2007)</p> <p>Puppets terrify me.<br /> What if they suddenly come to life?<br /> Who will be pulling their strings?<br /> Will they attack us?<br /> Your nightmares will tell you,<br /> or at least mine will.

jasonfnsaint:

Dead Silence (2007)

Puppets terrify me.

What if they suddenly come to life?

Who will be pulling their strings?

Will they attack us?

Your nightmares will tell you,

or at least mine will.

Is the end really the end?<br /> Does life continue in another realm?<br /> Do the dead walk among us?<br /> I hope so.<br /> And I hope they’re friendly.

Is the end really the end?

Does life continue in another realm?

Do the dead walk among us?

I hope so.

And I hope they’re friendly.