The Dollhouse

The sunlight reflects
off an old doll house
The windows are cracked
The wood has rotted

The mother is fallen
in the kitchen
The father lying
on the floor

The boy is forgotten,
left under a table
The baby sleeps,
forever in its crib

Their faces are peeling,
the paint rubbed away
Their clothes are missing,
lost in the attic

Every night, I can see it
and I will never forget
As they open their eyes
to live once again

My nightlight gives them
an orange light, a glow
Bathed in fire,
they dance around

Surrounding the baby,
chanting a forgotten song
It echoes about,
invading my mind

I try to hide, but their eyes
have burnt into mine
The chant continues,
becoming increasingly louder

I can hear their stamping feet,
their clapping hands
Psychotic grins flash,
a scream pierces the night

Then all goes silent
I wait until morning
Looking at the doll house,
I see a terrible sight

The mother in the kitchen
The father on a chair
The boy next to a table
The baby left out on a plate

Three forks and knives,
complete the scene
Along with a table,
set for three


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