What's this, a Homunculus?

Out in the woods where the mind is lost a premature baby is hidden in Moses basket shaped little girls hands
Is this the birth or death of flesh dolly?
Is this what you call starvation in Africa?
- Out in the fresh atmosphere you could judge this female kid as being a morbid type

Maybe her mother married a miscarriage and maybe this was the brother or sister she was excited for and had many positive varied dreams about, so she had ran away to find it, and there in her imagination she got to meet her sibling.
She reached out and got what she wanted like a brat. Trouble is she couldn’t bring little sibling back to her real world as it were just fantasy.
She understood which made her feel ‘under the weather’
While other girls pined for a doll house or a new edition ‘Barbie’ she just wanted the dead; the corpse of her own bread and blood. A resurrection perhaps?
Dead or alive it would be for keeps,
Not just a puppy; not just for Christmas

She’d curse herself for being an only child in the real world where she felt so lonely, as if a tree with no branches or leaves. She had a Narnia secret and all she could do was
Keep it