The Dolls – Teresa Black

The Dolls

By Teresa Black

 

As I slept against the wall

I heard the whispers

of the dolls

 

Their lips are red

like sweetest sin

their faces made of porcelain

 

I cannot sleep

my body tight

I hear the whispers every night

 

They speak to me

They knock on walls

They fill the shadows in the halls

 

I see it now

the paste-white face

they let me know this is their place

 

But if I shut my eyes from harm

I’ll feel their fingers

on my arm

 

And if I hide beneath the blanket

they’ll pull it off

they’ll surely take it

 

If I run, if I shout

they’ll follow me

they’ll come right out

 

The leather thump

of tiny feet

I feel the chatter in my teeth

 

It’s over now

the sun is up

they sit stock-still

they’ve had enough

 

I fear tonight

against the wall

I fear the whispers of the dolls