The Rag Doll
By InspiredWriter
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Maybe it was the way
That you surrounded me in the playground
Tossing me to and fro
A rag doll
Maybe it was the way
You pushed me in the mud
And rubbed my face in the slimy dirt
Cruel games
Maybe it was the way
I followed you home one day
Kitchen knife held firmly in my grasp
Predator
Maybe it was the way
I gently tapped your shoulder
And you turned to look at me with a mocking smirk
On your face
Maybe it was the way
The knife made a tearing hiss
As it ripped through your flesh
Bloody fountain
Maybe it was the way
You gasped pathetically for help
Your mouth overflowing; glistening red
Choking
Maybe it was the way
I smiled down on you kindly
And kissed your wet, slippery lips
Loving hate
Maybe it was the way
Your metallic blood tasted on my tongue
That made my revenge oh, so sweet
The abused becomes the abuser.
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Wow, I must remember not to
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NEW hello!Inspired writer
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I like the one-liners
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