Day 136: Pleasant Dreams In Danger

I did not hear the whispers until they were right inside of me. I tried to speak but my tongue was not there. I walked a mile only to find you; sitting there. But you were not there. You were just a doll. That same doll. You traumatised me in my youth, so I cut your hair. But soon after I was even more scared. Would you come and get me, in the middle of the night? Sharpened nails to cut me? Would you seek such revenge? But no, you’re still sitting there. And there you will stay, locked in the cabinet, for I can not take the chance. So there you will stay, locked in there with you now shortened hair.

Cough Up Your Fur ball, Now Push Me Up The Slide.