Little Desi played with dolls

All through her childhood years

She clothed them all in dresses

And put diamonds in their ears

They sat in pinks and purples

While she served them all their tea

Their vacant smiles never fading

All were happy as could be

One night when Desi suddenly woke

She noticed something odd

The dolls had left their chairs

And had her blankets really been clawed?

She hid beneath the covers

And she shook and cried in fear

She questioned what had gone awry

In the dollies she held so dear

As the rooster crowed, she ran in tears

To tell all of her frights

She had to tell her family

About what went bump in the night

But as she ran in circles

She realized something else was wrong

There was blood all over the walls

And she could feel that they were gone

The police ruled it random

And wiped the tears from her little face

They said she must have been lucky

And “They’re in a better place”

Desi tried so hard to explain

Without seeming too bizarre

She knew the ones who had done this

And they hadn’t come from far

When it finally came out what she meant

That she was speaking of her toys

She was sent to live in a home

With other troubled girls and boys

The horrors never ended

She was teased with every day

They wanted her all to themselves

And would stop anyone in their way

So years went by and tragedy came

There was nothing she could do

In any second of quiet

They whispered “We want to play with you”

She tried to end it all herself

The only way she saw any hope

But the dolls were always there

To stop the blood or cut the rope

So this was her reality

There was no breaking free

It never mattered if she snuck

Or if she tried to flee

For they were always lurking

In the shadows where she’d run

They thrived on this behavior

It was a game, and it was fun

She’d finally lost all hope

Of happiness or normalcy

A game piece for these creatures is all she was and would ever be

She gave into the nonsense

Because she wasn’t afraid anymore

She took them hand in hand

And embraced this dark new door

Now she’s dressed up in a little pink dress

And they put pretty bows in her hair

They drink their tea and giggle all day

They’re so happy she’s finally there

She’s forgotten any sense of herself

And the past is only a blur

Little Desi used to play with dolls

Now her dollies

Play

With

Her

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Models: Morgan Andrews, Michaela Hahn, Hannah Stinson, Deserae Manning 

Photographer: Mercedes Lcenogle 

Poem: Michaela Hahn