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kstewie
kelly stewart
United States, ca, los angeles

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Smells like burning girl

My china doll tapped me on the shoulder
With the head of her shot gun
(the metal made me shiver)
She said she didn't want to sit on the shelf anymore
There was nothing to eat
And she felt like a pig for feeling this way
Oh so ugly
She told me to watch out for fairy tales
And any lie dressed up in sugar
And then she blew her brains out
All over my pink sheets
Shards of her porcelain face
cut mine
She had made
Me
Ugly too
I ran through the woods
(no mirrors in trees)
Ripping apart my torn flesh
I saw a light
shining to show
A house made of candy
I knocked on the door
Made of graham crackers
and broke it in two
Inside was the sweetest selection of fat
(the stuff of childrens dreams)

A woman came to me
And glued me to the ground
with her hungry eyes
I couldnt move
One bone in my body
She forced food into my mouth
Stop it
I screamed
Im too skinny to swallow
I know youre just out to eat me
And whats that smell of burning girl?
You witch
Get me out of your oven
I ran away
limping
crying
burning
Remembering what my china doll had said

I jumped into my pink sheets
And hid in her remains
(Im still picking out her brains)

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sonia Comment by: sonia - 2006-03-15 22:26
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i love it! Nasty and innocent at the same time. I think there is a mistake though (I could move only one bone in my body).Or maybe I am just a bit dim?
denisedee Comment by: denisedee - 2006-03-13 10:22
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What a stunning grim tale. Thanks.
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