Dark Poetry #5 |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
Grabbing and dragging her by her dirty red hair- Running, as the doll dangled and swayed in her hand The little girl said to her old and used doll with delight, “C’mon, I’m going to take you away – I’m through with you!” She reached the cold alley with the trash cans laughing, And forcefully threw the doll inside the dirtiest can She could find. The little girl turned away as the doll said, “Please! Wait! Why are you getting rid of me?” “Because I don’t love you and I don’t want you anymore- You’re old and falling apart – I have no use for you.” The doll responded, “But I love you and I always have.” “So what? I don’t care how you feel.” said the little girl. “Please don’t go! I was there for you all the time- When you were mad, angry, upset, hurt and alone I took all of those feelings for you, I hugged you No matter what you did to me – I forgave you, I loved you.” “Just look at you lying there with pity,” said the little girl, “Why would I want an old, disgusting doll like you? Your right arm is dangling in shreds, your dress is dirty, And you’re left eye is popping out of its socket.” The doll replied, “But you were the one who did this- You were angry when you ripped my arm, remember? Mother was yelling and you were mad, and my eye, You punched my eye when dad punished you – but I still loved you. My dress is dirty, but you never took time to care about me, To clean it for me – can you buy me a new, pretty dress? Can you fix my arm and put my eye back in place? I want to be there for you – no matter what, I still love you.” “Hey, shut up! Wasn’t I clear?” said the little girl, “I don’t want you anymore – I’m finished with you.” Then the little girl yanked the doll’s left arm completely off, Cruelly punched her right eye and spit on her dingy dress. “There” said the little girl “Now I really don’t want you anymore.” And the doll’s dislocated eyes became hollow and sad. Then the doll pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me anymore – I love you.” The little girl yelled back, “Why?! I don’t want you anymore! Didn’t you hear me the first time? You don’t even have any shoes- You’re disgusting!” “But you put them on teddy bear,” Said the doll. “That’s right, you stupid, worthless doll! And I love him – I don’t love you anymore - you belong here… With the dirty cans, leftover dinner nobody wanted, And all of the trash that will be taken away soon.” “Please!” said the doll. “I still love you and I want to be with you- Even though I’m broken and dirty, I’m still good inside.” “No you aren’t – you are just an ugly, worthless doll Full of stuffing that is falling out of your limp body. You are useless to me – good riddance!” Said the little girl, As she threw Chinese food from dinner all over the doll. Never looking back, the little girl turned, running to her warm home. And the doll whimpered and cried, “Come back! Come back!” But the little girl was already gone, and the doll finally gave up As the trash men came and threw away her lifeless, torn, dirty body. |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
"Grabbing and dragging her by her dirty red hair- Running, as the doll dangled and swayed in her hand The little girl said to her old and used doll with delight, “C’mon, I’m going to take you away – I’m through with you!” “Hey, shut up! Wasn’t I clear?” said the little girl, “I don’t want you anymore – I’m finished with you.” Then the little girl yanked the doll’s left arm completely off, Cruelly punched her right eye and spit on her dingy dress." Now thats what I'm talkin bout!! That was total rawness!! Those 2 stanza's stand out to me but your whole piece has sooo many lines to quote. You captured the essense of this piece very well. Good Job. |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
I have to say I didn't think it would be that much of an interesting read when I found out it was a conversation between a girl and her doll but it was actually quite painful to read. I think the worst feeling to have is that of abandonment. |
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