Writing Prompt

The doll sitting in the chair

Her blank haunting stare

Has caught my favor

I go to her

Not of my own chose

Slowly, the density

Of the air seems to increase

I am trapped here

Forever...

The sheer density is overwhelming

The black hole toys with me like a doll

The Universe does not grant any favor....

The density of this doll

Drum

Sensitivity of it all

Some

Times leaves me

Feeling like a beat

-en toy

Asking for love

As a favor...

Do me a favour said the doll

Tell me a joke so I can loll

There is no density in this poem

Before you start ohing.

...

It was hard to see ahead of me due to the density of the fog on that cold night. The street had an eery quietness I could almost feel. I was alone.

Suddenly I heard what sounded like tiny footsteps

Behind me. No one would be walking their dog at this hour. I quickened my pace not daring to turn around. The tiny footsteps seemed to be running to catch up with me. All the lights were out in t...

I am the broken doll.

Everyone sees my admirable face and body. They look at me as this beautiful person, which could be true.

Which is true, I am beautiful.

But inside I am broken.

Inside I am disgusting.

Inside I am delusional.

Inside I am selfish.

Inside I am hateful, I am miserable.

Why?

I will never know. I don’t have to be this way, I want to be beautiful on the inside as much as I ...