Tiny Tale #12

The wall dyed pink, room filled with an assortment of furry toys,

A little girl of about 9, sat on a plush bed queen sized,

She braided the golden locks of a doll, Humming a sweet song,

Suddenly,
She let a blood curling scream escape,
Just as a thundering bolt hit her again,

The walls changed to yellowing plaster, the room occupied by lab coat personnel,

The bed steel cold, where lie a woman greying old,

The doll in her hands with its locks deranged,

She gasped and held her breath,
As she heard a shadow above her head say “CLEAR” again.

#MentalAsylum

Pranav Drolia

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