Evelyn is a doll

Just a rather large doll

She's not made of porcelain

She's only made of wood

With a shock of black hair

Hidden under a hood

 

Cigarette burns & scars

Pot-mark her face

And, she lives under the bed

In an old leather case

 

She's missing an eye

From when thrown at a wall

Her tattered old dress

No longer fit for a ball

 

Oh! How the children

Like to have wicked fun!

But, Evelyn knows

Their time will come…

 

And here they all gather

Together once again

Inflicting upon her

Their repressed inner pain

 

But, 'Mumsy' 

Shouts them all for tea

So, off they skip

In joyful glee

 

Leaving Evelyn on the floor

Head twisted the wrong way

But, slowly, 

she corrects this

And, quietly, waits to play…

 

When the monsters return

One has knife pressed to palm

"Sshh, little Evelyn, 

just remain calm"

 

Stab! Stab!

At her body!

Stab! Stab!

At her legs!

Stab the last eye

Right out of her head!

 

Kick her around

And pull out her hair

Whilst singing & laughter

Fills the dank air!

 

But soon they get bored

So, back in the old leather case

Under the bed - 

With the knife by her face…

 

***

 

It's been a few days

But, she knew they would come

Laughing & yelling

Having their fun

 

She's now getting dragged

From under the bed

The knife no-longer 

Beside her scarred head

 

Excitedly, a child 

Flips open the case

Suddenly! There's blood

All over the place!

 

Their screams are like music

A sweet serenade!

But, Evelyn knows

It's the bed they have made.

 

 

Epilogue.

 

Evelyn now sits

On the edge of the bed

A big happy smile

On her face

 

She's certainly enjoying

A good look around

Now her new eyes

Are in place!

 

Yes, these will do nicely!

She thinks to herself

Although, they're a little bit moist!

But, they're quite a good fit

Yes, not bad at all!

 Well done Evelyn, 

Good choice!