He looked at her,
The beauty,
Red, rose lips,
Pale, pink cheeks,
A purple bruise on her eye,
That was blue like neptune,
Her skin cold as ice,
Her forehead had a nasty gash,
Her head was surely hurting,
And with a headfull of fire,
Her curls were like flaming tendrils
Even though they were full of ash,
He looked at her,
The beauty,
Her arms and legs were littered,
With cuts and wounds,
They said she would never walk again,
Because the glass from the crash,
Cut into her legs,
Dove into every part of her body,
Leaving them red,
She looked like hell,
He looked at her,
The beauty,
She was asleep,
Barely breathing,
Holding tightly to her life,
That was slipping from her clutches,
As she stumbled into the light,
Her breaths became erratic,
Her dreams were full of agony,
And deadly car crashes.
He smiled and said,
"My doll, pretty doll,
I'll fix you up just right,
Puppet, pretty thing,
I'll stich your wounds real tight,
My doll, pretty doll,
I'm gonnna rectify,
Your body was left in the wreckage of metal and glass and was brutalised,
Puppet, pretty thing,
You're not just going to walk again,
You're going to swim."
He looked at her,
The beauty,
He gave her anastehia,
Gave her temporary amnesia,
To ease her delirium,
And soothe her bloody trauma,
She began to look at peace,
So he started to work on her,
He looked at her,
The beauty,
Making sure she didn't feel any pain,
He sewed up her open wounds,
Closed them with a stitch,
Made her look like Frankenstein,
But beautiful and sickly pale,
His freakish bride,
Her skin so cold,
She breathed ice,
He looked at her,
The beauty,
Her legs were gone forever,
That much he knew,
He smiled with wolfish teeth,
And he knew what he had to do,
He cut them off,
Poor beauty,
Chainsaw whirring,
It was hungry,
For some limbs,
It hadn't eaten in forever,
But don't worry,
Something good is in store.
He smiled and said,
"Who needs to walk?
Everyone can walk,
And breathe the air,
Wouldn't you rather breathe the ocean?
Who needs stars and the sun?
The watery sky can host any light,
Peaking through the wet curtain,
Glazing your eyes,
My doll, pretty dolly,
You're not going to walk,
You're going to swim."
Her eyes fluttered open,
Her heart was beating,
Her skin was no longer bleeding,
She didn't feel like she was freezing,
The light had dissipated,
And the painful haze had lifted,
Then, she heard the beeping,
Where was she?
She looked around,
The dingy, creepy laboratory,
She saw an aquarium,
To her left,
The pink in her cheeks drained suddenly,
In it was a shark,
Missing its tail,
And its gills,
It's blood was a mist of red,
The other skarks feasted upon it,
She looked away,
Feeling sick at the bloodshed,
Where was she?
She got up on the cold, mettalic desk,
She wrapped her arms around her naked chest,
But she realised,
She couldn't feel her legs,
Oh no,
The poor beauty,
Her legs were no longer there,
Instead was the other half of the shark,
A scream erupted from her throat,
The horror spewed out,
She tried to get away,
From the freak she now was.
He watched her from the corner and said,
"My doll, pretty doll,
Why are you so unhappy?
You're going to swim,
No one else can swim like you,
Everyone else is boring but you are something new,"
He approached her and she tried to push him away,
He yelled, "Be a little more grateful!
You would've died,
Or be strapped into a wheelchair,
The rest of your life!"
Her cries reached the heavens,
It tore the clouds apart,
The sound was so loud,
It must've been world-wide,
He picked her up against her will,
She trashed against his chest that surely must be hollow,
"Say you're grateful, you wrench,
Or I'll throw you with them!"
She looked at the sharks,
She knew they would rip her apart,
She stopped her protests,
But her tears still fell,
"I am so thankful."
Her voice was hoarse,
And it trembled,
Like water does, when you're skipping stones,
"I'm so glad you like it!"
He smiled his psychotic grin,
His grey eyes electric,
She knew right then,
If she screwed up, he would kill her with static,
"Now it's time to see your new home."
She glanced at the aquarium to her right,
Empty but it wasn't alone,
It was huge,
Full of coral, seashells and sand,
And a corpse of a bizarre mermaid from before,
Body floating, void of life,
Or more like, what was left of it,
A giant chunk of her was missing,
And so were the eyeballs from her head,
She swallowed the sobs that threatened to escape from her chest,
He threw her in, without warning,
She floated and touched the glass,
Her lungs breathed the water,
An ocean in her body,
Fuelling her with oxygen!
He looked at her,
The beauty,
"My doll, pretty Ariel."
But all that was left,
Was a shell.
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Poetry🥇 First Place (Poetry) in The Yellow Brick Road Awards! 🥇 First Place (Poetry) in The Siren Awards! _______________________________________________ ❝ alice slips, trips, and falls into the rabbit hole, but on the other side, is a world without s u...
