Hush Little Baby

Hush

I held the porcelian doll like a loving mother would a baby, slowly rocking it back and forth. It's wide, baby blue, lifeless eyes were glazed over and glared at the ceiling. Its tightly curled, blonde hair tickled my arms, making me want to scratch the spot but decided otherwise.

Hush little baby dont say a word,

I smiled down at it, masking my unease. I sang the lullaby softly.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

My arms and legs shook as i continued on, standing in the middle of the floor.

If that mockingbird wont sing,

Blood was pooled around me in a vibrant crimson, freshly spilled and staining the carpet.

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring,

The metallic scent over beared my senses and wouldn't let me think straight. My eyes watered a little at the stench but I knew better than to let tears fall.

If that diamond ring turns brass,

Two dead bodies littered the floor next to me but i payed no attention to that. I simply payed every ounce of attention on the doll.

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass,

Splashes of blood littered my body, along with cuts and severe gashes. Blood covered me like a cloak and suffocated me as if a plastic bag was over my head.

If that looking glass gets broke,

The doll was spotless, as if it never got dirty. It seemed to glow in contrast to the red crimson that colored everything around me.

Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat,

A small trickle of blood tickled my face as it slowly travelled down my neck and pooled into my collarbone. It travelled down and into the valley of my breasts, where it stuck and i internally cringed.

If that billy goat wont pull,

A glass next to me was shattered and the pieces littered the floor and sunk into my feet, but i feared a worse punishment if i payed any mind to that rather than the doll.

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and a bull,

My body felt like an inferno of pain and suffering as i countinued to rock the small porcelian doll.

If that cart and bull turn over,

The doll had a pink frilly dress that reminded me of the 1800s on, along with small black heels. I never thought about how odd it was for a baby to have heels on before. I wrinkled my nose at the thought and the stench of iron that plagued the air.

Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover,

I started walking towards a corner that housed a small crib, along with blankets and stuffed animals. I winced everytime the glass shards in my feet dug deeper when i stepped, and my body ached from the blood loss and sheer amount of injuries.

If that dog named Rover wont bark,

I was as gentle as possible as i walked, stepping over the deceased body of a 30 year old man and woman. I faltered slighty at the sight but quickly regained my composure and continued.

Papa's gonna buy you a horse and a cart,

I set the doll inside the crib, being as gentle as i could considering my injuries. I pulled a small knitted blanket over it and placed a teddy bear next to it for good measure.

And if that horse and cart fall down,

The doll's eyes began to slowly shut and when they were completely closed the tension left the room.

You'll still be the cutest baby in this town.