I pin the bunny down with one hand and hold the knife with the other. Blood is dripping onto the bunny's fur and off of my shiv.
As I slice/tug/slice/tug at the bunny's body, I hear Mad Hatter in the background. She runs up and down the halls of our house and leans over the railings of our porches as she sings.
"My friends don't walk, they run / Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun".
I pull bits out from the rabbit's body and slice at them with silver. Maybe someday, we can pull bits out of human's bodies and shrink them down so that they'll be our dolls.
There's nothing I want more.
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Dollhouse |slow updates|
Fanfiction{based off Melanie Martinez's song, "Dollhouse"} This is my interpretation of Melanie Martinez's song, adapted to be more of a story, rather than just the song.
