Amethystdawn: This poem was inspired by my drawing of a dancing yet bleeding puppet made out of different human parts all grotesquely stitched together. This is dedicated to Jill, a close friend of mine who had the honor of naming my beloved creation. Please review; I want to know if you like this, my first "horror" poem. (Actually, it's not that horrifying but what other genre can it be?)
As the curtain rises, the audience anticipates the creation about to be unveiled. The host for the evening walks to the center of the stage, ready to make his introduction. The crowd hushes as he begins to speak: Ladies and gentlemen, if you all please, clap your hands together for Nina, the doll-child!
Nina, the doll-child
Nina the doll-child
Is such an amazing feat
She's like a puppet without strings
A plaything with teeth
Nina the doll-child
She's so life-like
You might mistake her
For a little tyke
Nina the doll-child
You'll suddenly notice
Has the blonde hair
Of your dear niece
Nina the doll-child
She's blessed with blue eyes
Like the ones of the small boy
Whom you had close ties
Nina the doll-child
To your horror
Has the skin
Of your daughter
But Nina the doll-child
Is still incomplete
Perhaps she'll get you
Or your pretty feet…
Amethystdawn: So how do you like it? The italic part up there, by the way, is only an introduction. It's not part of the poem. Anyway, I want to wish you all a "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!" :) Oh, and does anyone know how to get rid of the double spacing in Fictionpress? Especially when you're editing and posting? I really don't want huge spaces everytime I press the "enter" button. Please help me...
Just-a-Note: Actually Nina, in my drawing is complete already. She's made up of all kinds of skin colors. Her face has stitches running across & down it and basically she's chopped-up children's parts pieced together like those rag dolls. In my mind, she dances a never-ending ballet in an old condemned theater, brought to life by the tortured souls of the ones she's made out of and forever bleeding out their pain…