Who knows what lurks
Behind a doll’s eyes
Two empty windows
With a perfect view
Lifeless glass marbles
That never seem to move
But follow you around
With a heavy stare
You know the feeling
On the back of your neck
Like you’re being watched
When you’re all alone
You look behind you
But no one is there
So you shrug it off
With a nervous laugh
What you felt was real
So keep on looking
Your instincts don’t lie
But your senses do
Did you stop to notice
The dolls in the room
Or just overlook them
As charming decor
Symbols of innocence
From your tender years
The childhood keepsakes
No one will suspect
In the end outgrown
Shelved and left alone
Dolls become hideouts
For mischievous ghosts
Don’t keep them around
And let them be found
By wandering spirits
In search of new haunts
Set your dolls on fire
Then bury their ashes
Leave no vacancies
For unwelcome guests
-Rondym Kiefe