By Hanae
Drip... Drip...
The smell of metallic iron in the air
In a pitch-black room
One chair at the centre
A sleeping, alluring girl
Soft porcelain skin
Blood-red eyes,
behind silky long eyelashes
Beautiful locks of gleaming golden hair
Lips coloured in vermilion—
Doll, or human?
Red shattered on the floor
Petals or feathers?
Creaking noises echoing,
on dry wooden floor
Closer with each step
Approaching ever so slowly
Heart beating faster—
Mine,
or yours?
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