A sinister sonnet…not my usual genre but we all have a dark side.
last night i lay upon inn’s guest room bed
where host’s mute daughter slept long years ago
alas, young girl was found mysteriously dead
in bloodied sheets which stains too well i’d know
her childhood room preserved in musty pink
suspicious dolls stare down from shelf by crib
false alibis reveal dark murderous link
they point toy dagger tip against my rib
“what evil lurks?” i scream in pulsing fear
but mannequins no mercy feel for flesh
not even ragged ann would shed a tear
berserk and vicious furies of knife flash
in morning, landlord spies fresh doll on shelf
that plastic face, i’d recognize… myself!
a poem in my pocket 
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