I love teddy bear heads,
With their cute little glass eyes.
I know they watch me when I'm sleeping;
They think I don't know, but I do.
And I really like their fluffy fur,
Their fuzzy, round ears,
And the little stump of stuffing,
Where their necks should be.
I whisper my special secrets to them,
Because I know they won't tell anyone.
I love teddy bear heads,
Especially when they start talking back to me.

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TEDDY BEAR HEADS
TerrorThis collection of dark poetry and flash fiction wants you to come and play. After all, even the things that live in the dark get lonely . . .