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Literature Text
Hush, hush now,
don't make a sound.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I promise.
Please, be quiet.
I know I'm locking the door.
But I wouldn't want anyone
disturbing our fun.
It's alright, sweetheart.
Don't yell for help.
I would be so disappointed
if the blade in my hand
went hungry tonight.
Calm down,
my little doll,
the game isn't over yet.
I'd hate to leave
your porcelain skin unblemished
like new fallen snow
when the children are ready
to go out
and play.
Shush, my darling,
let the blade take its course.
You won't be needing your fingers anymore anyway.
And it won't matter
if your eyes are burnt
once my pride and joy
finds his place in your heart.
Hush, hush now,
don't make a sound.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I promise.
I'm here to kill you.
So I tried to take a step away from depressing poems, and came up with sadistic and creepy instead.
It could have turned out better, honestly, but hopefully someone likes it.
It could have turned out better, honestly, but hopefully someone likes it.
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Yikes. This instantly made me think of some kind of domestic abuse. I can feel the fear that the victim would feel, but I can also see the tactic that the perpetrator would use to confuse/beguile the victim. I wouldn't say it's creepy--terrifying!