Little Ms. Olivia,opened as a gift.
She's not very happy, she shuffles and shifts.
Her pitch black hair,ragged and strung,
shows Olivia must've been hung.
Olivia has stitches all 'round her face,a string from her hand,never stays in place.
Her case is ripped open,and then Olivia squeezed tightly.
The little girl named Whittney sure does hug mightly.
Little Ms. Olivia,thrown to the side,as a Barbie Beach girl glimmers and shines.
Olivia frowning,slowly starts to move,towards the Barbie,starting to hove.
Little Ms. Oliva mutilates Barbie,crawls to her spot,shimmery and shiny.
Little Whittney screams and cries,as Little Ms. Olivia smiles a smile thats devine.
A contest entry
- My sweet little doll by vampireintherain.
475 points, ended October 20, 2009, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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nice and creepy ! Love it! it is a diffrent way to look at it I love it
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