She’s bored with her fancy dolls and little girl dresses
Forced to act the age in which she was taken
Will she ever have a real woman’s curves or tresses?
Her physical desires will soon awaken
But her body will never change
She feels like she’s forever cursed
And love is confusing and strange
The man at her feet twisted and jerked.
She marvels over her latest creation
He has come completely undone
As he makes his horrifying transformation
She leads him to temptation
He’s overcome with an irresistible thirst
for his beginners bite.
He has no distaste for blood at first
much to her delight.
She dresses him up, parades him around
He is hers to teach, to do with as she wishes
There’s an advantage for the two in the victims they’ve found
A dapper man and a precious little girl is less suspicious
Life flows from the necks of the unsuspecting
Charmed and seduced as they summon their own downfall
They finish off their prey, unmerciful and unrelenting
She is pleased with the making of her newest living dead doll.
Aurynanya lives and writes in Central Massachusetts. She often goes by “Aury” in the writing community. She writes beautiful, dark and devastating poetry, using her creativity for both her words and graphical presentations, giving her work a powerful prophetic punch. When not busy creating, Aury enjoys immersing herself in poetry, graphic design and art, thriller and horror novels, movies and music. She especially loves lyrics. Aurynanya’s work can be found online and in print. She also happens to be owned by two spoiled black cats.
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