Dolly

Paul Bell

Death surrounded her

Bombs falling captured the stories inside her head

Real life tears fell over blood soaked mornings

Screams pierced right into the reality she called life

Friends, limbs missing made her look abnormal

Laughter left the country, vowing never to return

She watched the burning figure running towards her

Collapsing before her, pleading for death

But death didn’t want him that day

He wasn’t one of the fortunate ones

She climbed into the basement seeking solace

Clutching the doll who like herself seemed to have survived in one piece

But something wasn’t right

Dolly was living a lie

She pulled one arm and one leg off

Dolly smiled

And the world became normal again.

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  • dusk arising

    The harsh reality of life in war torn middle east (for example) as seen from a small childs eyes.
    I tried to write about this, also from a childs view, several months ago. I didn't capture the gravity of realisation nearly so strongly as you have here. Full marks to you. This really hits hard.

    I shall put this into my favourites.

    • Paul Bell

      Thanks, Dusk.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Gripping clarity. These stories need to be told, and you told it well here sir. Bravo!

      • Paul Bell

        They sure do.



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