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The Haunted Doll House

She screwed her eyes into
The corners of the empty nursery,
Recalling the rag doll &
Silver pair of scissors.

Horses

For those of us left behind,
We slept water in dusk cradles.
Felt the sea bubble in the foals’ lungs
When we breathed into their mouth.

The Lion, the Witch & the IKEA Wardrobe

Struggling with the lock and dark,
Lucy realised way too late,
She was in the wrong wardrobe.

Statuesque in Suburbia

In the summer of rain and batik skies
Barefoot and soaking wet,
He came by moonlight once again.

Only in August would he come;
The marble stand whereupon he stood,
Remained empty for one night.
Written by Strangeways_Rob
Published
Author's Note
ERULGCT 141. Uma xx It's a Wild(e) World
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